PENTECOST
167
115
130
135
140
145
* A flat cake of unleavened bread. As a matter of fact they do not
enjoy and indeed will not eat them, preferring ‘‘dok,” a paste of coarse
flour and water, wrapped round a hot stone.
Still youre young yet, scarce forty—we’ll hope
at three
score
You'll be more of a singer, and less ofa whore.
Fach to his trade! live out your life !
Fondle your child, and buss your wife !
Trust not, fear not, steer straight and strong !
Don’t worry, but just get along.
I used to envy all my Balti coolies #4
In an inversé kind of religious hysteria,
Though every one a perfect fool is,
To Judge by philosophic criteria,
My Lord Archbishop. The name of Winchester,
Harrow, or Eton * makes them not two inches stir.
They know not Trinity, Merton, or Christchurch ;
They worship, but not at your back-pews-high-priced
Church.
‘Tve seen them at twenty thousand feet
On the ice, in a snow-storm, at night fall, repeat |
Their prayers 73—will your Grace do as much for your Three
As they do for their One? I have seen—may you see!
They sleep and know not what a mat is ;
Seem to enjoy their cold chapaties ;*
Are healthy, strong—and some are old.
They do not care a damn for cold,
Behave. like children, .trust in Allah ;
(Flies in Mohammed’s spider-parlour !)
They may not think: at least they dare
Live out their lives, and little care
Worries their souls—worse fools they seem
Than even Christians. Do I dream?
Probing philosophy to marrow,
What thought darts in its poisoned arrow
But this? (my wisdom, even to me, |
Seems folly) may their folly be
True Wisdom?- O esteemed Tahuti ! %
You are, youare, you are a beauty !
If after all these years of worship
You hail Ra” his bark or Nuit 2? her ship
remains warm all day.
It cooks gradually, and
Live out thy
life! Charac-
ter of Balti.
His religious
sincerity. Re-
lations of poet
and the Egyp-
tian God of
Wisdom.
Crowley dis-
missed with a
jest.