The legends of the Panjâb

282 LEGENDS OF THE PANJAB.
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May the infinite God keep my virtue !
475 Kia barbad ham ko ;
kya khot hamara
Mera tain bagh chamman an ujara.
Kahe sach to bachan, bir hai tu mera.
Sat rakben Bhagwan ; wobi aprampara
"
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Edjd Basdlu.
" Phul dekhke sab ka, aya tere bar :
480 Dharm bahin tu hai meri, nahin dusri kar.
Kar nahin duji ; sun, Kaj dulari.
Us Mahite ki bat sabhi dil men dhari.
Yeh lijo tu mundra sawa lakh ka mer^.
Tu bahina hai meri, main h(an bhai tera."
Sila Dot.
485 " Mundra tere hath ka nahin hamen dark§.r
Mundra aisa dijiye jo ave s^hukar.
475 Thou hast ruined me ; and what fault was mine
Coming thou hast destroyed my garden.
Speaking truly, thou art (to me) as my brother.
Bdjd Basdlu.
" To see the flower of thy virtue I came to thy door.
480 Thou art my sworn sister, I had no other object.
I have no other object :
hear me, my Princess.
I have borne in my mind all that Mahita said of thee.
Take this ring of mine worth a lakh and a quarter.
Thou art my sister and I am thy brother."
Slid Dai.
485 " I do not want the ring on thy hand :
Give me such a ring when the merchant (my husband)*
returns.
* Allusion to the universal custom of tlie wife never mentioning her
husband by name.