Book Title: Indian Antiquary Vol 35
Author(s): Richard Carnac Temple
Publisher: Swati Publications

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________________ 350 THE INDIAN ANTIQUARY. [DECEMBER, 1906. S44 khan hệ nàỊ qarar. Phir ih gallan nan samajhké.' Aya Band pas. Kõi nahin ji mánia. Maini rakhi apné sdth. Agg cấp mai ma karấng . Main karnán gaul gardr.' Apná do sambha! 16. Kuchh sôch karie bichar. Rab Rabb ta jap 16. Bájh nahin Rabb kti ydr.' Phir Babé nasihatán dittián, Te sut chhaddiy hathiyar Oh ék nám sach paun dhani Téré ghar nahin kii kami. We can do nothing beyond eating. Understand this.' He came to the Baba. No one owns me. Keep me beside yourself. I will not sin any more. This I promise. Look to yourself. Take thought. Take tbe name of God. Besides God there is no friend." Then the Bâbâ advised him, And he threw away his sword. The one Name Omnipresent is true In thy house is no want. Pahile jug Brahma Liyd autára. Bété sán Brahmd de, Púré chard. Mathé líkú dharm da, Gal janiyun maļa. Chaunk& mar gaf gókhari. Ho gai murdard. Gdo de utta jáké, Charê kardé arida : - Asfn Brahman ad de : Gul janiyán tanidi: Kappra pahind qimali, Kesham didi sarián Rabbá, sádda bha didi ? Hun kéhídi banián. Allah aggé Jhaumpra Kardá arjóí :* Sanéhê ghalnáéidir de? Hô khan munh dari' Gåó de utté aké, Allah masland lagát Chitthi likhkt hath Balé pir de pharár. . Ta ihnin nutid. Ih tainas di. Ihnün kaun har dm akhda ? Main takbir chaldi. Bhed paikambar khange, Jird phregi khai. Rôz Qiyamat waqt de T'ainun milégi vadidi. Kainin Hindi na nêsé aun dêngé. Mussalman na parhngé janded, In the first age Brahma Became incarnate. Brahma had sons, Four children. They had the sacred mark on the forehead, The sacred thread and rosary on the neck. A cow died in the kitchen. It was rotting. Going near the cow, The four began to argue: We are original Brahmans : We wear the sacred thread : Our clothes are costly, Made of silk. Lord, what shall we do now? This is a difficult business.' Before God Jbaumpra Made a petition, Why dost thou send messages ? Come before me.' Coming near the cow, The Lord sat on his throne. He wrote a letter and gave it Into the hands of the priest Bála. You must throw her away. It is your portion. Who calls it unclean When I killed it? The prophets will eat sheep That wander in filth pits. On the Resurrection day You will be called blessed. The Hindus will not allow me to approach them. The Muslims will not read my burial service.

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