I hate thee, Djaun Bool, Worse than Marid or Afrit, Or corpse-eating Ghoul! I hate thee like sin, For thy mop-head of hair, Thy snub nose and bald chin, And thy turkey-cock air; Thou vile Ferindjee! That thou thus shouldst disturb an Old Moslem 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 Which encircles thy throat, And thy cooking-pot hat, And thy swallowed-tail coat! Go hide thy thick sconce In some hovel suburban! Or else don at once The red Khizzilbash turban- Thou dog, don at once The red Khizzilbash turban! Thou vagabond varlet! Thou swiller of sack! If our heads be all scarlet, Thy heart is all black! Go on to revile Iran's nation and race In thy fish-foggish style! He who knows with what face Thou canst curse and traduce Thine own mufti Pope Urban, May scorn thine abuse Of the Khizzilbash turban- Scorn all thine abuse Of the Khizzilbash turban! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAINBOW [IN THE SKY] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS AUREOLA by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER SONG: 1 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |