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THE INDIAN ANTIQUARY.
[MAT, 1907.
Teri char jugan vadidi hai chår Vedd gawdi. Ndiak, Angad, Amar Das, ral bhagat kamdi, Teg Bahadur, Guru Govind Singh daswi
badshdhi, Itnédn bhagat di baureun vari méri di, Ihde yardé kajné phir hô sahdi. Baua, na zamin demán si na lalan siydhi Térd rüh réha rich sip dé, téri umar vihdni,
Help Nâmå once, thy servant, and didst
raise The cow to life again. And Balmik's shell Salaamed thee - Balmik thon didat take
from out It. Janak once adorned fair Sita's head With flowers. Thou once didst send her
Røm to be Her husband. Drôpti too thou veildst, all To hide her nakedness. Then wentest once A guest when sacrifice Baldéo made. The glory thine. The head of Dhaineur
thou Didst lop, and helpedst Ram to plunder once Ceylon. Bha visar too thon stayedst a night With. Helper always thou art to thine
own. In every age thy glory is. The Veds Give witness. Nának, Angad, Amar Dås, United all to worship thee, and Tégh Bahadar, Garů Govind Singh, the tenth Great leader of the Sikhs, were all by thee Assisted. My turn comes: 'tis thou that
can, Save me from all disgrace: now help thou
me.'
Na túa khadhd ann si, na pitd pdní. Tàn ndm mérá jap léyd kar amrit bdní. Tdi qarsdi høyd mai vadda ani, Balak ta jagd id, phir sutte jdni. Dachchnd main lé lézd tan roti khari. Chelé siftdi jêridn parh amrit bani. Dóan jida nun pakar lé chal réch bázdr, Jải kể gaak Badlê đô của da88ê kar, Dachid para earn 7 uni barobat mat, Na dlhdn xékh liya sab hal hawdl, Raji' luôke kha lê và bah tart 3 Par. Chelt siftan jöridi parh nam chatár. sadh růzi holé oh buithé an. Balak dôvé duke kol khalôté dn. Sådh bdlak vékhké hô réhé hairan. Ih bard bhagat mahdn bali hai phir vich jahan. Khala Ullah siri vékhké, ho gayi qurban, Qurbani hundi istarah, kar samajh baydn. Chéld akhé, Dánea, ih jag hi parwan.
God said, OBâlâ, when there was no
earth, Nor heaven, nor pen, nor ink, thy soul then
lived In pearly shell for many ages. Food Thou atest not, nor didst drink of water cold A draaght, but with sweet words thou oft
didst take My Name. I owe a debt to thee which I Will pay. Now raise thy sons believing
them Asleep. My fee I'll take, and then I'll dine.! In language sweet the true disciple made This song. The priest caught up his song,
and straight To the market place to sell them, or to hire Them out to work, that he might have a fee To give the holy ones in fall. They saw, They undertsood ; they broke their fast and
dined. The true disciple has compiled the songs
