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NOVEMBER, 1906.)
THE CHUHRAS.
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9.
Ból bambii kikkarai di ting te, dhold. Paya pachhörå ma'shúkáis di jind te, dhólá. Jé tur chaléan, mihi de, Das jáéis takana. Sambh ke rakhdi, mahi vé, Térá léf sarhanci..
Bol bambiâ, &c. Jé tur chaldan, mahi ve, Pichché rahéga kéhra. Khali galian, mahi ve, Sunniyan disdå véhra.
Ból bambid, &c. Ja tur chaléin, mihi ve, Sannün sómpké jáin. Saumpe chugdd, mahi pd, Dhôr maji gaan.
Bol bambia, &c. Des bégáné, máhí vé, Din those rahiye. Apå dåhade, mahi ve,
Nal bahs na bahiye.
Bol bambiá, &c. Wang taditan, mahi bé, Gal lagké rahiye.
Rabb di ditti, mahi bé, Sir utté sahiye.
Bol bambiú, &c. Nal dhamman, mahi da, D8 painchhi halle. Kujh maut ranjeva, máhi ne, Kuchh nichhar challe.
Ból bambid, &c. Sutti péyán, máhé de, Gandh péi parande. Lil asaddle, mahi ve, Kand ditti jándé.
Bol bumbia, &c. Na more murde, máhê de, Na pachótándé. Ki assiis kariye, mahi bé! Kujh kar nahin pande.
Ból bambid, &c. Khiria chamba, mihi : Heh tarinjan dahya. Eh pachhora, mihi dë, Sannita Rabb né paya.
Bol bambia, &c. Vagdi Rdvi, mdhi ve, Kol pippal halled Jigo naino, mihi ve, Pardési challa.
Bol bambia, &c.
Sings the nightingale, in the acacia, my lover.
Pangs of separation have fallen on me, my lover. If you go away, my love, Tell me where you go. I will keep carefully, my love, Your quilt and pillow.
Sings the nightingale, &c. If you go, my love, Who will take care of me The lanes will look empty, beloved, The courtyard lonely.
Sings the nightingale, &c. If you go, my love, Leave me in somebody's care. The cattle graze, my love, Wben left in the care of some one.
Sings the nightingale, &c. In a strange country, my love, One should live only a few days. One should not dispute, my love, The power of a stronger person.
Sings the nightingale, &c. Like a charm, my love, One siould hang on the neck. Decrees of God, my love, Should be borne patiently.
Singe the nightingale, &c. In the early morn, my love, Two birds flew. Perhaps death beguiled them, my love, Or it was separation for good.
Sings the nightingale, &c. While sleeping, my love, (I dreamt) there was a knot in my hair. My ruby, my love Ls going away.
Sings the nigktingale, &c. He will not return if compelled, my love, Nor will be be sorry. What can we do, my love ? There is nothing to be done.
Sings the nightingale, &c. The jeesamine has flowereil, my love. Under it I began to spin. Our separation, my love, Is eaused by God,
Sings the nightingale, &c. The Ravi flows, my love, Near the pipal tree trembles. Sleepy eyes opea, my love, The traveller is going.
Sings the nightingale, &c.
The tying of a knot in her hair was a dream of bad omen.
