The legends of the Panjâb

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Sat} hon se mujhe koi mat 4j hatave !
THE LEGEND OF sIla DAL 353
8Ud Dai.
" B4bal, deri mat kare, kahun tumheri kar jor.
Ab mere lag gai piy4 milan se dor«
Piya milan se dor : mujhe ab kya samjhave
1330 Kyiin le hai sar pap hath tere kya ave
Pi ke sang thi pr4n ; kaho, ab kaun bacbave
Sarbhaj Sdh,
" Tarn mahari mani nahirij bahot rahe samjhae :
Ai Beti, teri khushi piya milan ko jae.
loo5 Piya milan ko jae : abhi chandan ki chita banaun.
Sab samagri dhari chita men, tera hukm bajaun.
Ur gia bans, rahi hai k§,ya ; kis ko gyan sunaun
Tu to surg sidhari, Beti, Ram Nam
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to laun !
Sila
Dai.
" Father, delay not, I pray thee with joined hands.
A longing is upon me to
A longing to meet my husband : why
meet my husband.
press me now
1330 Why take sin upon thy head It will not profit thee.
My life was with my husband ; tell me, who can save
me now
Prevent me not from becoming sati to-day
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Harbhaj Sah.
" Thou wilt not hear me, though I greatly press thee.
Ah, daughter, thy pleasure is to meet thy husband.
] 335 To meet thy husband : I will get ready the sandal-wood
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pyre at once.
All the necessaries are placed on the pyre ; I obey thy
order.
The soul has fled : (it is but) the body (that) remains
Thou art
to what shall I teach knowledge
of God !
gone to Heaven, daughter, I call on the nance
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