The legends of the Panjâb

156 LEGENDS OE THE PANJAE,
Mdta Rani BaeJihal Id.
" He beti, kyi!iri roti Kyvkn man kiS- udas
Kaun bat k§, dukh tujhe Kaho ham^re pas !
Kaho hamare pas^ ai beti ! Kyuri man udan lagae
390 Kya pati, nand, babin teri ne mukh bhar ta'n sunae
Kadbl nabin itna dukh paya Jab se janam le M,
Ab mukb se kah de, tA beti \ Kis karan cbal " ai
B,ant
"He Mata, sun lijiye!
Bachhal.
kabun, tumhen sanajhae.
Jogi utara S,nke, kari sewa maa lae.
39 & Kari sewa man lae nath ki : man charnon ctit lae.
Nand meri ne ja Eaja se aisi cbughli khai.
' Jogi rakbe, tar dia hai : si.ra mal Int.ae.
Ya tu dijiye mar, nabin mabilon se die kbarwae/
Bari socb rahti mmjhe, n^ jiwan ki as I
The Mother of Queen Baehhal.
"My daughter, why dost wee-p Why dost sorrow in thy
heart
What troubles thee
Tell me I
Tell me, O my daughter I Why is sorrow in thy heart
390 What reproaeh haye husband, sister-in-law aod sister
east on thee with their lips
I have borne no such sorrow as this since I was bom.
Tell me with thy lips, my daughter I Why hasteonae here "
Queen Bachhal.
" O mother hear me 1 I will explain and tell it yoB.
A jogi came (int& the garden), I went and worshippect
him.
S&5 I went and worshipped the saint : I laid my heart an3
soul at his feet.
My sister-in-law went to the Eaja and slandered me thus.
' She has kept the jogi and bestowed, gifts on him and
squandered all her property.
EitheT do yon kill her or tarn her orat of the palace.'
|So) I am in great sorrow and have no hope in life !