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Allah attar of roses Babu loves Guro Baby Ballad Bangles beauty bed of roses Beloved bride bridegroom brother brought buffalo bullocks camel Challa comes Cuckoo dark dear death deserted Dhanni drunk dust earth eyes fascinated my Lord feet fled friends garden Garib Chand girls give gold gone hair happy Hariya head heart husband Jammu Kabul Kera Khaka kiss Lady Lahore Laila's laugh live Love the Goldsmith Love's lover lovo lyric poetry Marriage marry match box Mistress mother mother-in-law Multan musk melons never night Oh blessed Oh Moon one's Palkhu Panjab Panjabi poetry peasant plough ploughman poems poppy Proverbs Quatrain rain Rajas of Chamba Ranjha and Hir river romance Roses of Persia scent sing sister sleep Song sorrow soul stars sweet swing tell thee thine thou art thought thy light TRANSLATIONS turban weep wife woman women
Page 5 - E came: the dust-storm brought us. Who knows -where the dust was born ? Behind the curtains of Heaven and the skirts of the silver morn. We go where the dust-storm whirls us ; loose leaves blown one by one, Through the light towards the shadows of evening down the tracks of the sloping sun. We are blown of tlie dust that is many and we rest in the dust that is one.
Page 57 - Mother a weed, father a weed, do you expect the daughter to be a root of saffron...
Page 63 - Those who live in houses are proud ; but there is a God even of those who live in huts.
Page ii - With such apathy prevailing among the educated reading public, it is not hard to understand how difficult it has been to make any collection of lyrics. Although sheefs of vernacular poetry pass through the various presses year after year, nobody appears to have thought it worthwhile...
Page 13 - Cold in August is conceived In the womb of earth received, All September under-ground, Lying hidden safe and sound. One long month before his birth, Being nourished by the earth. At the sowing of the corn, In October he is born. In November fast he grows, A lusty lad and apt to blows ; In December squares his back To do battle and attack, And when January is come Sounds his horn and charges home. Doomed alas ! his death to meet Slain at February's feet. March puts ashes on her head To lament the...
Page 50 - A demon took a monkey to wife - the result, by the grace of God, was the English.
Page 49 - Clouds are the crown of the earth ; a turban the covering of the head ; the wife is the crown of the household ; a son is the light of a family.
Page 46 - Clouds like partridge-feathers— a woman that cats cream, One will rain, the other will elope — this saying never fails. Sukkarvari badli, rahe sanichar chha ; Dak kahe ' Sun Bhandni, manji andar dah.