He sees, with larger, other eyes,
Athwart all earthly mysteries;
He knows what’s Swat.
Let Swat bury the great Akhoond
With a noise of mourning and of lamentation!
Let Swat bury the great Akhoond
With the noise of the mourning of the Swattish nation!
Fallen is at length
Its tower of strength.
Its sun is dimmed ere it had nooned,