The legends of the Panjâb

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eajA rasal^. 21
told her to go on with her daily duties. As soon as she was
fairly occupied the Rani disguised herself as a female slave
and went off to the tank as if to fetch water. As she filled
her pitcher she looked straight at the Raja, and he saw her doing
so, but being a pious man he turned his back on her and went
on washing his clothes. So the Rani said to him
Sir par Tcapre dhondid Bdjd, jdnid dhoin suti paff :
Phuia gharoU main hJiari, hidh mul na IcUi sudh.
Mdn Tdto apne rup dd, delcar haithio hand
Such munh thin hoi, Bdjd, tu shdhad phiren hi ihag
RaJEb, washing clothes up stream, wash thy coat, clothes and
turban.
1 have filled my pitcher drop by drop, thou hast paid me no
attention at all.
Art thou proud of thy own beauty, that thou sittest with thy
back to me
Speak truth with thy mouth. Raja; art thou a true man or a
deceiver
Answered Raja Rasalu
Des hegdnd, hhum opri,
ar tu hegdni dhiv.
Jo pardesi dd dil pawe, to haun chhurdwe jiv
The land is strange, the couotry is a stranger's, and thou art a
stranger's child.
Who will save his life that falls in love with a stranger
But said the Rani
Chandan cMrdn, chihh hihdn, phuh lagdwdh dg.
Je pardesi dd dil pawe, tdh, Mirdh, main tere gal Idg.
I will split sandal-wood, and sit on the pyre and set it on fire.
If thou art in love with the stranger, then. My Lord, I will fall
on thy neck.
The R^ja answered
Singh na hhdri goendh, phal na hhdri ruhh :
Us rukh ho hyuh seviije jis hi chhdoh na dhup.
Cow's horns are not heavy to them, fruit is not heavy to the tree
Why should we nourish that tree which gives neither shade
nor scent