y,
Watching the loaded Kafilas in;
Affghan, Kashmeree, passing by,
Paid him pushm to save their skin,
Once he caracoled into the plain,
Wah! the sparkle of steel on steel!
And up the pass came singing again
With a lakh of silver borne at his heel.
Once he trusted the Mussulman's word,
Wah! wah! trust a liar to lie!
Down from his eyrie they tempted my Bird,
And clipped his wings that he could not fly.
Fettered him fast in far Lahore,
Fast by the gate at the Runchenee Pul;
Sad was the soul of Chunda Kour,
Glad the merchants of rich Kurnool.
Ten months Runjeet lay in Lahore--
Wah! a hero's heart is brass!
Ten months never did Chunda Kour
Braid her hair at the tiring-glass.
There came a steed from Toorkistan,
Wah! God made him to match the hawk!
Fast beside him the four grooms ran,
To keep abreast of the Toorkman's walk.
Black as the bear on Iskardoo;
Savage at heart as a tiger chained;
Fleeter than hawk that ever flew,
Never a Muslim could ride him reined.
"Runjeet Dehu! come forth from thy hold"--
Wah! ten months had rusted his chain!
"Ride this Sheitan's liver cold"--
Runjeet twisted his hand in the mane.
Runjeet sprang to the Toorkman's back,
Wah! a king on a kingly throne!
Snort, black Sheitan! till nostrils crack,
Rajah Runjeet sits, a stone.
Three times round the Maidan he rode,
Touched its neck at the Kashmeree wall,
Struck the spurs till they spirted blood,
Leapt the rampart before them all!
Breasted the waves of the blue Ravee,
Forty horsemen mounting behind,
Forty bridle-chains flung free,--
Wah! wah! better chase the wind!
Chunda Kour sate sad in Jummoo:--
Hark! what horse-hoof echoes without?
"Rise! and welcome Runjeet Dehu--
Wash the Toorkman's nostrils out!
"Forty koss he has come, my life!
Forty koss back he must carry me;
Rajah Runjeet visits his wife,
He steals no steed like an Afreedee.
"They bade me teach them how to ride--
Wah! wah! now I have taught them well!"
Chunda Kour sank low at his side!
Rajah Runjeet rode the hill.
When he came back to far Lahore--
Long or ever the night began--
Spake he, "Take your horse once more,
He carries well--when he bears a man."
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