The legends of the Panjâb

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THE LEGEND OF SILA DAf. 321
Na thairuji pal ik j kahl main man ki sM.
Meri naata pas mujlie, Babal, le jao :
S70 Bar bar main kahun, zara mat der lag^o."
Mahitd,
" Chira utarun aarr* ka, gal jama chotar
Kaua same bichhran kya bamre pran adhar "
Bagne.
"Pran liejat hai Sila :
Prabhi\ I Tain kya rachi lila
975 Chuta mera an jal pina.
Bina Sila nahin jind.
Nahin janiin tha yeh hogi
Bantln chalke abhi jogi !
Harhhaj
" Eadan karo Mabita, mati : mat
SdJu
na kboiye jan.
I will not tarry a moment ;
I have said all my say.
Take me to my Mother, Father.
970 Again and again I say, make no delay."
Mahita.
" I will pull off my gold-shot turban and robes from
my body.
Is this a time for parting Shall my life be empty "
Song.
" Sila is taking my life.
God ! what wonders hast thou done
975 I cannot take my food and drink (any more).
1 cannot live without Sila.
I did not know that this would happen.
I will go now and turn myself into a jogi.*"
Harhhaj Sdh.
" Weep not, Mahita ;
ruin not thy life.
* Ecligioua mendicant.