The legends of the Panjâb

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1060 And no comfort to be found in it !
328 LEGENDS OP THE PANJAB.
Muhtal.
" Bach^, ghar ko jao !
Kaheko mund mundao
Bara katlian hai panthj
1050 Nahin sukh is men pao \"
Mahita.
" PitSij m§,t, kul, nar, sab main ne kare niras.
Ab ichha na bhog ki, jog karan ki as.
Jog karan kl as, Nath ; main man men yeM bichara.
Jog bliekh lene ko aya, tiytig shakal nar nari.
1055 Sila, sil, shakal gun sagar, so thi jan hamari
Us nagar men jaun, Nathji, banke aj bikhari."
Jogi.
" P^nchon indari bas karo; man madan lo mar.
Refrain.
" My son, go home.
Why shave thy head.
The road is very difficult.
Mahita,
" 1 have put away father, mother, family, wife and all.
I have no desire for pleasure now; my hope is to
become a, jogi.
My hope is to be a jogi, my Lord :
my heart.
this is the longing of
I came to put on the dress of a jogi, renouncing all the
world.
1055 Sila, the paragon (ocean) of all virtue and goodness was
my life
I will go to her home, my Lord, to-day dressed up as a
mendicant."
Jogi.
" Renounce the five senses : destroy desire and lust.