The Shinwaris,—the Ghilzais!
And Ishak Khan and others found me galling to their kibes,
When revolts—they would raise.
They've been putting it about the Ameer is ill.
(Wouldn't they delight to administer a pill!)
"Ameer, you're ill—mortal ill!"—but I wasn't!
"You've palpitation," the quidnuncs state,
"From your soles—to your scalp.
Ishak at Samarcand makes your heart palpitate!"
"Go on!"—said I,—"nary palp!"