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And now the seeming corse is brought. With its pale comrades to the shore, And all the slaughtered find a grave, Within the Jumna's blood-stained wave.

Meer Asiph reigned—the revel loud Daily resounded from the fort; And there a fierce and needy croud From the encircling states resort— A profligate licentious race By rapine and by murder fed, Wretches who bring a foul disgrace Upon their ruthless master's head; Mocking the Prophet's holy laws With fiend-like oaths and scornful laugh, The precious vintage of Schirauz From golden bowls they deeply quaff, Spending each night in savage glee, Wassail, and wine, and minstrelsy.