Shed tears like water,
Your great Ahkoond is dead!
That Swat’s the matter!
Mourn, city of Swat!
Your great Ahkoond is not,
But lain ’mid worms to rot:
His mortal part alone, his soul was caught
(Because he was a good Ahkoond)
Up to the bosom of Mahound.
Though earthly walls his frame surround