The legends of the Panjâb

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THE LEGEND OF sIlI DAt. 303
Un ne chalan bar mera yeh khofc nikala
Jin chori se mundra palang lipar dalS.
Yeh jhftthS, dia dosh mujhe, dekho, bh§,rJ.
Is bat par yftn mar mar khal utarl."
Harlhaj 8dh.
745 " Sila, jhuth n& boliyo j
jhilth pap ka mul.
Sat jagat men amar hai : ant dhAl ki dhM.
Aat sabhi dhul rahe khak ki dheri.
Jo sat rahe aj : laj bach jae teri.
Kya tilt gia sat chAk turn ne kbai
750 Jo guzra, wohi hal kaho, meri
"
jai !
Slid Dai.
• " Babalj meri bat ka kariyo tu 'aitbar
Sat hare, pat na rahe ! Hai zindagi din ch^r !
Zindagi din char, sat kaisi harun
And when he was going away he thus deceived me ;
That he secretly placed the ring on my bed.
This great and undeserved blame, see, he cast upon me.
And upon this (my husband) with blows thus cut my
skin."
Harbhaj Sdh.
745 " Sila, speak no lies : lies are the root of sin.
Virtue is immortal in the world ; the end of dust is dust.
The end of all dust is a heap of dust.
If thy virtue last till to-day, thy honor will be saved.
What Hast lost thy virtue Hast forgotten thyself
750 Tell me all that has passed, my daughter !"
Slid Dai.
" Father, believe the truth of my story.
If virtue be lost, honor remains not. Life is (but) for a
few* days.
Life is (but) for a few days, how shall I (then) ruin my
virtue
* Lit. For four days.