To the Ingleezee Khafir, calling himself Djaun Bool Djenkinzun

Thus writeth Meer Djafrit —
I hate thee, Djaun Bool,
Worse than Marid or Afrit,

Or corpse-eating Ghool.
I hate thee ike Sin,

For thy mop-head of hair,
Thy snub nose and bald chin,

And thy turkeycock air.
Thou vile Ferindjee!

That thou thus shouldst disturb an

Old Mosliin like me,

With my Khizzilbash turban!
Old fogy like me,

With my Khizzilbash turban!

I spit on thy clothing,

That garb for baboons!
I eye with deep loathing

Thy tight pantaloons!
I curse the cravat

That encircles thy throat,
And thy cooking-pot hat,

And thy swallow-tailed coat!
Go, hide thy thick sconce

In some hovel suburban;
Or else don at once

The red Moosleman turban.
Thou dog, don at once

The grand Khizzilbash turban I