Travels Into Bokhara (Volume 2 of 3): Being the Account of A Journey from India to Cabool, Tartary, and Persia; Also, Narrative of a Voyage on the Indus, From the Sea to Lahore, With Presents From the King of Great Britain; Performed Under the Orders of the Supreme Government of India, in the Years 1831, 1832, and 1833Burnes, Alexander, Sir
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Travels Into Bokhara (Volume 2 of 3): Being the Account of A Journey from India to Cabool, Tartary, and Persia; Also, Narrative of a Voyage on the Indus, From the Sea to Lahore, With Presents From the King of Great Britain; Performed Under the Orders of the Supreme Government of India, in the Years 1831, 1832, and 1833
Burnes, Alexander, Sir
Afghanistan -- Description and travel; Asia, Central -- Description and travel; Bukhoro (Uzbekistan) -- Description and travel; Burnes, Alexander, Sir, 1805-1841 -- Travel; Indus River Valley -- Description and travel
I have mentioned that our camp at Shurukhs lay by the shrine of a
Mahommedan saint. He flourished 824 years since, under the name of
Aboolfuzzul Hoosn, as appears by an inscription on the tomb, and he is
yet revered by all the Toorkmuns. If one of them fall sick, he invokes
the manes of the saint; if his horse or his camel suffer from disease,
he circumambulates his tomb, in the hope and conviction of relief.
The Toorkmuns have no mosques; they say their prayers in the tent or
in the desert, without ablution, and without a carpet. They have few
Moollahs or priests, for the church has little honour among them, and
they are but poor followers of the prophet. They have no education to
assuage the fiercer passions, which renders the men unsusceptible of
pity, and the women indifferent to chastity. The men perform all the
out-door employments, and the women work at home. The Toorkmuns are
a race of people who court alternate activity and idleness. Abroad
they evince the greatest spirit, and at home saunter about in idleness
and indolence. They are fond of their horses, and of singing songs in
honour of them. At night I have listened to the panegyrics on the feats
of the “Chupraslee” and “Karooghlee” horses, the never-ending theme
of praise. “Karooghlee” means a warrior as well as a horse, but it
describes a famous breed now said to be extinct. “Chupraslee,” though
it means but swift, is applied to a particular horse of reputed speed.
I longed to record some of these Toorkmun songs, but at Shurukhs we
could gather only these few lines:--
~A song.~
“I keep an Arab horse for the day of battle,
I live on that day under his shade,
In the conflict I slay a hero,--
Keep an Arab horse, hold a shield of iron.
Kurooghlee!
“In the day of battle I bend my bow of iron,
Erect on my horse, no one can dismount me.
I am an only child, I have no brother or sister,--
Keep an Arab horse, hold a shield of iron.
Kurooghlee!
“If I breathe, the ice of the mountains melts,
The water of my eyes would turn a mill,
So said Jonas the Puree,--
Keep an Arab horse, hold a shield of iron.
Kurooghlee!”
~A Toorkmun house.~
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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