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THE CRUHRAS.
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Kahó, Dánéd, paikalur Rabbé dy ba idé?
La nazdik bandké Rabb pda bahde, Ihndi paskambarda nd! Rabi bhdi chdré pdó, Músd rõļi varjiyd Ralb sad khôwdé. Aide aidé darsh me paskambardi lde. Kaun rís di karangé, ammdi de jde. Pir dkhea, Danéd, hain Mussalmán, . W &: karên Rabb da tére vich sahii inan, Maihmdni Músd Darjiyd Ralb ng kita hai
parwan. Chhe making an pakkdké phir hôr paldi. Núri jhubbd pahinke, Rabb mangan jan, Suriya manda dékt paikambar, magrôi dhakkó
idi. Magron muggari Rabb nún, phir saddai jai. Sarid mand d vikha dittd, sab tut gaya mdo. Gaddi ann laddké, phir naddi lé jan... Khd.ind ann jé machchhida gayd samajh
jahdn. Hoy jay sa púran ne, vich dargdhi parw do Chélé sifidi jóridi sub lihól baydn.
Of praise. Now read adore the Name.
Were pleased Those holy ones. They sat, they ate, and near Them close the brothers stood to their sur
prise. A mighty devotee is this,' they said, And full of power in the world. The
people saw, And loved. This Dânâ was, confome, a good And proper sort of sacrifice. This sort, The Chela says, is acceptable. Say, O Dánů, did not God the prophets make ? God made them his own friends, and seated
them Beside Him. Moses once invited God To dine. He went to call him. Such great
things The prophets did. Who are their equals ?
None. There is no mother now to bear such sons As they were. Dinî,' said the priest, thou
callst Thyself Muslim, prenohet God, but faith In theo theme is not. Monos called the Lord To dine. In vain he oalled. Moses soaked For full six months, when God, enrabad in
light, A pauper came to beg, but Moses thrnat Him from the door bestowing on him one Burnt cake. Soon after Moses went to call His guest, but there, when showed the cake
which he Had given the pauper, greatly shaped was he And carted all his freah made cakos to feed The fishes in the river. This the whole World understood. The sacrifico was not Acoepted.' Thus the true disciple gave In song a full account.
There lived one time A Hindu teacher in Dhanesar town Who read wise books, and had great love.
He was A great astrologer, received no alma, And loved great Ram. One day from thought
he said, "My liver eat when death comes; do not let It burn upon the funeral pile - who ents
Shahr Dhanisar vich sí, ik panda bhdril. Pustak jad õh váchda, diskt arsh mundra Shahri lóg umun akhdé jótashi bhara.
Dan nahin 6h chuld d whnin Raw piyara, Jai ghar é dwé pándha dalildi karda. Kalēja mérd kha 166, jadi man mardd. Aivén vich chikhan de phéid aur mardd
