PAKHAL NADDI OF THE PALM TREES 133 



" Ugh ! the gory lance so probing. 



" Cruel fate thine ! poor old Grey-boar " 



(falls o'er eyes a misty feeling). 



" Not a bit, dear boys ! believe me, 

 " in a tearing, fighting gallop, 

 " when the end comes comes it glorious ! 

 " for in such a fight uproarious, 

 " where is dread anticipation ? 

 " dead to pain is all sensation ! 

 " Just one rushing slashing roaring 

 " howling maddening exultation 

 " then Oblivion. Drops some Curtain. 

 " At its brightest, life's lamp broken. 

 " But the flame that's so extinguished, 

 " naught it knows when how extinguished ! " 



Therefore, give us, good old Pakhal ! 

 dear old palm-fringed Pakhal Naddi ! 

 Boars in plenty gallops glorious 

 many such a fight uproarious 



Pakhal Naddi of the Palm Trees ! 



