So lay thy proud demeanour by
And sit beneath yon banyan tree
And share a narghili with me,
Or hubble-bubble murmuring
With Koot Nerbudda Chundra Singh.
Maid of Ganges! thou dost lave
Thy houri form in Jumna’s wave;
Thou dost waste thy sunny smiles
On the sacred crocodiles,
As beneath thine eyes they bask