I could tell you a story--well, half a glass more--but I'd best hold my tongue.
So Mian Fuzla had never his match! come, that's good! Why, when we were both young--
What the deuce am I saying? Jehannam be mine, but I cannot keep still!
I'll tell how I swam the Chenâb in full flood! Yes, by Allah! I will.
Mian Fuzla had squared th' police on his side of the stream, as one can
With good luck; but my cowards were cautious, and hadn't the pluck of a man;
So Mian Fuzla got up in the bottle and sent me a message to say
He had fifty-three head of my cattle, and when would I take them away?
Now the waters were out, so the boast was scarce fair; but I took up the glove,
And with Môkhun and Dittu to help, that same night crossed the river above