There was a very good householder lost in thee , my brother . Hai , child ! ' He threw it a pice . ` Sweetmeats are always sweet . ' And as the little figure capered away into the sunshine : ` They grow up and become men . Holy One , I grieve that I slept in the midst of thy preaching . Forgive me . ' ` We be two old men , ' said the lama . ` The fault is mine . I listened to thy talk of the world and its madness , and one fault led to the next . ' ` Hear him ! What harm do thy Gods suffer from play with a babe ? And that song was very well sung . Let us go on and I will sing thee the song of Nikal Seyn before Delhi -- the old song . ' And they fared out from the gloom of the mango tope , the old man 's high , shrill voice ringing across the field , as wail by long-drawn wail he unfolded the story of Nikal Seyn -LSB- Nicholson -RSB- -- the song that men sing in the Punjab to this day . Kim was delighted , and the lama listened with deep interest . ` Ahi ! Nikal Seyn is dead -- he died before Delhi ! Lances of the North , take vengeance for Nikal Seyn . ' He quavered it out to the end , marking the trills with the flat of his sword on the pony 's rump .
` And now we come to the Big Road , ' said he , after receiving the compliments of XXXXX ; for the lama was markedly silent .
Delhi Hai Kim Nicholson Punjab Seyn lama pice tope trills