Pg.154
before
sound
matter
adam
creation
i belonged to my beloved
how can i ever forget that?
(269/S&6)
no
sky
earth
sun
moon
light
darkness
only
the lord (427/55)
Pg. 170
moon
enter the courtyard
touch his feet
convey my message
in whispers
(41/5)
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Pg.167
a
hundred
suns
and
a
thousand
moons
may
rise
without
you
my beloved
darkness
looms wide
(38/13)
Pg.
181
swans
alight
settle for the
night
fragrance
fills the lake
pure
serene
unsoiled
(446/27)
Pg.
180
in
deep
water
the
lotus is
rooted
way
above
flies
the bee
lovers
meet
against
all
odds
such
is
love's reach
(445/22)
Pg. 187
During the reign of ShaVi Jahan, a village
potter named Tulla lived on the banks of a river with his beautiful daughter
Sohini.
Tulla was so talented that even the king
patronized his art.
One day a wealthy trader from Iran, Izzat Beg,
came to Gujarat, saw Sohini and instantly fell in love with her. Beg's love was
reciprocated and in order to see Sohini, he frequented her father's shop and
purchased pots in dozens which he disposed off at cheaper prices. He ended up
bankrupt and was forced to approach Tulla, who hired him and entrusted him with
the job of taking the buffaloes for grazing. Izzat Beg came to be known as
Mehar.
Sohini and Mehar would meet secretly, and when
the potter came to know about it, he got his daughter married to Dam, a young
man from his own community. Mehar, after losing his job settled on the other
bank of the river, Chenab. When Sohini came to know about this, she used to
leave her husband at night to meet Mehar and return early morning.
Unfortunately Mehar fell ill, and became an
invalid. Sohini with the help of a baked matka, used to cross the currents to
meet her lover. On return, she used to hide the matka in the bushes. However,
this could not remain a secret for long and, one night, her in-laws secretly
substituted the baked matka for an unbaked one. The next day, when Sohini
reached mid-stream, the matka gave way and she began to call out to Mehar for
help. Mehar heard her call and jumped into the river. However, he was too weak
to help her and they both drowned.
Pg.
190
leave
your
self behind
let love be
your guide
you
will
cross the
roaring river
in a short
while
(82/26)
Pg.
243
come
separation
this
union
has become
a veil
all
my
wounds
have healed
i
have lost
the pleasure
of pain
(210/12)