The legends of the Panjâb

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THE LEGEND OF OUR& GDQGA. 189
H^th tumhare rahe laja !
Shakal dukh kat gal hamElri
Guru (larshan kle thin."
770 Chir mukh se jabhi tari,
Awan man men kyS, bhari
Tatig Nag.
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" An sahM kijo, he Guru GorakLnath !
Ab is ko baitlii karo, laj tumhare hath.
Laj tumhare h&th."
Nib ki daii lie mangai.
775 Pahile lia likhae jabhi Guge ka biy§,h sagdi.
Parh parh mantar, laga jh&rne, jab Siriyal muskfii.
Le gae gonth mukh apne men, lia chus chhin main.
Bdja Sanja.
" TIkth jor binti karuh^ charnon sis niwae :
My honor is in thy hands !
All my grief is taken away :
(Since)
the priest's visit had delighted me."
770 When he removed the shroud from her face,
How great was the grief in his heart !
Tatig Nag.
" Come and succour us, Guru Gorakhnath !
Make her sit up now, the matter is in thy hand.
The matter is in thy hand."
He borrowed a branch of a nhn tree :
775 But first he obtained in writing (a promise) of betrothal
and marriage to Gilg^.
He repeated some charms and began to exorcise, and
then he moved Siriyal.
He took her toe in his mouth and sucked out the poison
^t once.
Raja Sanja.
" I adore thee with joined hands,Ilaymyheadatthyfeet,