The legends of the Panjâb

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344 LEGENDS 01 THE PANJAB.
1225 Hath jorke kahMj nain ke palak utMo.
Dirg kholo, Maharaj ;
dahi ki pir bhujao."
Dusrl 8akhL
Bolo, Mahita Shah ke, sundar bachan anup !
Sab bala be^kul hui dekh tumhara nip !
Dekh tumhara rAp, Shsih ke, aj ^n birhe ne gherl,
1230 Ham d^si khari pas tumhare shakal charnan cheri,
Kis karan, Maharaj, bata de, badan tera jo kum laya
Hath jorke kahun bar bar, na mukh se kuchh farmlya !
PahiU SaJM.
" Ai Sila, turn hi kaho pitam ko samjhae
Ham seti bole nahln, ap gia sarmae,
1235 Ap gia sarmae, tum hii. kaho, pran piari.
Bolega tum sang ;
kahega man ki sari.
1225 With joined hands I beseech thee, lift up thine eyelids.
Open thine eyes, Maharaj, and ease the pain from our
bodies."
Second Maid.
" Speak, Mahita, thou Merchant's son, some sweet and
pleasing words.
All the household,* seeing thy beauty, are disturbed.
Seeing thy beauty, thou Merchant's son, the pain of
separation (from thee) hath possessed them.
1230 All we maids are standing before thee to do thee service.
Tell us, Maharaj, why thy body is so emaciated
With joined hands we ask again and again and thou dost
say
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nothing !
First
Maid.
" Sila, speak to thy husband thyself.
He will not speak to us, but is ashamed.
1235 He has become ashamed ; do thou apeak, beloved of our
lives.
He will speak to thee and tell thee all his heart's (desire)
* I.e., the female part of it.