The legends of the Panjâb

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276 LEGENDS OP THE PANJAB.
Woh Mahita hai, dekh, bhala naakar merS,.
Kya, Diwe, ab m^ri gai akal terJ
400 Main Mahite se bahot chkh rakhmx tere \"
Totd.
" Raja, niyau ohukave gaddi par ghanghor
Sej begane pag dharo, bano sab se chor.
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Kyfin chor bano apna sab gyan bisara !
Kya Sila ka bagh tain ne an ujara
405 Hai siina gbarbar, pare mandar khali.
Yehan Mahite bin, yar, teri bigari lali
Dipak se kya bolte jalan se kya k&m
E^t karo sardar se, as bo jis kam.
Ae ho jis Mm, kia mahilon phera.
410 Kya atka hai kam bhala. Raja, ter^
In mahilon men an tain ne gyan bisara\
Tum ae yeh4n ; ap ghata man tumhara 1"
He is (only) Mahita; see, after all he is (only)' my
faithful servant.
Why dost thon destroy thy sense, my lamp
400 I will love thee far better than Mahita I"
Parrot.
" Raja, do justice thoughtfully from thy throne
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Putting thy foot on a stranger's bed is
becoming a thief
from (being) a true man.
Why become a thief Thou hast lost all thy conscience
Why hast thou come to destroy Sila's garden
405 The house is empty, the palace is deserted.
Here in Mahita's absence thy honor is lost, friend !
What sayest thou to the lamp why should it burn for
thee
Better talk to the master, for whom thou hast come :
For whom thou hast wandered into the palace.
410 What good work of religion. Raja, is thine here
Coming into the palace thou hast lost thy wisdom
Coming here thou hast lost thine honor \"