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DECEMBER, 1910.)
RELIGIOUS SONGS FROM NORTHERN INDIA.
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Translation. Thy platform is high. It is square. On it the marks of red lead are made. Thoa art of influence in the world.
Hear my prayer. Fill my lap (with a child) and be bent with the weight of intoxication.
How many barren women have swarmad round thy platform, and how many mothers of children? Thou art of influence in the world.
Nine lakhs of barren women have swarmed and ten lakhs of mothers of children. Thou art of influence in the world.
May your platform attain greater popularity and may the laps (of mothers) be filled with children and mayest thou be bent with intoxication.
spirit, o great king Nagarsen, what sball be offered by the barren women ? and what, O spirit, O great king, by the mothers of children 1 Thou art of influence in the world!
The barren wonen shall offer rupees and mothers of women shall offer cocoanuts to you.
O spirit, o great king, we have touched thee and have worshipped thee and we stand before thra. O spirit, O great king, O Nagarsen Deo, permit us to go to our homes. In the world thou art of influence.
Go holy ones, to your homes."No sooner had they reached their homes than children were, born to them ! " Amuse yourselves with the children and continue to make offerings." Thou art of influence in the world.
No. XXXVI.
A Popular Hymn. Recorded by Pandit Ram Gharib Chaube.
Text. Kijai, Prabhu, apne birad ki laj. Moh patit kabhûn, nahin iyo neku tumare kaj. Mâya sabal, dhåm, dhan, banita, band hyo baun ih saj. Dekbat, sanat sabai janat haun, taû na ayo baj. Kahint bahat kabi tam tâne ? Srawanan suni awaj. Diyo na jât par utarai chahat chashan jabaj. Lijai pår utâri sûr kon, Mahiraj Brajraj. Nai na karat kahat, Prabha, tum sốn. Sada gharibnewaj.
Translation. Lord, have mercy on me, thy servant. Loving worldly allurements, I have never been of service to thee. I bound myself to all the illusions, wealth, wife. Knowing all things that are to be seen and heard, yet I do not abstain from them. W bat may I say further? Thy servant hath heard thy voice. Though I wish to sit in the boat, I cannot pay the fare. O King, O Lord of Braj, take me across the ocean of the world. I do not request a now thing of thee, Lord. Thou art ever the cherisher of the poor.
