Stabbed by the steeple,
scalped by the chapel,
the choir's got my tongue,
and the preacher's got my Adam's apple.

People shed so many tears in all directions
that five other rivers have appeared in Multan.
I wanted to speak of the fire in my heart
but a hundred fiery tongues flared up in my mouth.

Thee, first in peace and honor - we demand The grace and glory of thy martial band. Fam'd for thy valor, for thy virtues more, Hear every tongue thy guardian aid implore! One century scarce perform'd its destined round,

Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.