“Let us now praise famous men”–
Men of little showing–
For their work continueth,
And their work continueth,
Broad and deep continues,
Greater then their knowing!
Western wind and open surge
Took us from our mothers–
Flung us on a naked shore
(Twelve bleak houses by the shore.
Seven summers by the shore! )
‘Mid two hundred brothers.
There we met with famous men
Set in office o’er [...]

Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service at Suakim)when he heard that Kitchener was taking money from the English tobuild a Madrissa for Hubshees — or a college for the Sudanese.
Oh Hubshee, carry your shoes in your hand and bow your head on [...]