Waters of the Waingunga , whither went Shere Khan ? He is not Ikki to dig holes , nor Mao , the Peacock , that he should fly . He is not Mang the Bat , to hang in the branches . Little bamboos that creak together , tell me where he ran ? Ow ! He is there . Ahoo ! He is there . Under the feet of Rama lies the Lame One ! Up , Shere Khan ! Up and kill ! Here is meat ; break the necks of the bulls ! Hsh ! He is asleep . We will not wake him , for his strength is very great . The kites have come down to see it . The black ants have come up to know it . There is a great assembly in his honor . Alala ! I have no cloth to wrap me .
The XXXXX will see that I am naked .
Ahoo Alala Hsh Khan Mao Ow Rama Waingunga bamboos kites