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THE INDIAN ANTIQUARY.
[MAY, 1907.
Na 'Adam dê mashab di lôr hai na kaml&
di vari, Ta bi khólké das khan, apil gur parndli, Chéle si/tdn jorida Rubt paij Rawdri. Pir jo akhed, Daned, sun odddian bdtdin Bdvd 'Adam this hoidi ni, phir sabbho zatda Magrôi uttpatf hot hai Brahma thin jour
shdkhdi,
The true disciple made in language sweet These songs, and sings them. Fasts we
keep not, por Do we keep Hinda days, nor go pilgrims To Mecca, nor keep festival like yon, Nor Adam's faith we follow, por repeat The kalima. Speak of your own quite plain., The true disciple has composed these songs, God victory gives. The priest said, Dana,
hear
Main jug chhatti rohd adi vich jal bhimb de
rdidi, Othé kalma pathiyaw ek dd, dujjd kéks&
akhda, Chels siftda joridi, khól sashchidä båtdi. Chaudhri Ram Chand tad Akhiyd, sun Dance
qdzi, Gallda kar lá muih nal, na karli dardzi. Pichché Dilli da takht hai, chugatté Gdaí, Othôn tíkar jdngd, chash ghôridi idzi, Dåná akhé, Chaudhrí, phir to kijanen, Ath Nikkidn khake, pai rahén parchhduća, Sanghní lassi piké, hal tú péyd vdhen, Il paskambar di shard noi, anf jannada
muludna, Dépf Dds Khatri kot mlyd dhari, Us parvarish kiti për di, ki béchamári, Paisd 6hdd vartdé, Khatri hath pasdrí. Parhé di vich khalke w ars gudri, Sun tú, Dana gdziyd, mat tårí mdrí Assda te indi pékh ist, auliydi sdrí Assi jó Hindú loks hdi, patthar núi séu or, Réfi dnda ndi khán rün, led patthró, jóvón, Tíka mathé ldké straj nun sévői,
My true defence. From Adam sprang the
castes, And after him like branches people grew Of Brahma. None else has there been. For
six And thirty ages floated I in deer Dark water, where I the creed did say Of him who is the Only One. Whom then Can I call equal to him P' None. These
songs The true disciple made, and vindicates The truth. Then outspake Chandri Råm
Chand, Hear, Thon, Dana, teacher of the law, speak as Thou pleasest. Use no force: in Delhi
rules A brave Chugatta. I will swiftly ride To him.' Said Dân, What knowest thou,
my friend, To eat eight loaves, and sleep in the shade, or
drink Curd water, or go plough the fields. The law We doctors only know.' A Khatri was Rich Devi Das, who showed much kindness
to
The priest. So rich he was that other men Did borrow from him. This man standing
up
Amidst the crowd said, Dânå, doctor of The law, you have become a fool. We saw The priest's strange powers, although I am
Hinda And worship stones, and offer bread and
say To idols, Eat ;' the sun we worship, see The marks upon our brows. We doff our
clothes
