1838.] 



Grammar of the BalochJcy Language. 



619 



Lutbi yaikghadiya 



Hajaiyan dawa giriya 



Go midoka bashkaliya 



Husain khkn mardi raliya 



Jang mail jo bith sardar 



Suraiha Gul shair Dildar 



Jan Mahammad Jiwan Khana 



Gul Makh Tajd Jamali 



Aj phatffta gwank si y all 



Daimai khandati jamali 



Kushta Gul Mammad Gist chara, 



Pa fatteha kidd gara 



Mishkada sari jamara 



Diwan byari k alamo va 



They were killed in an hour 

 Haji entered into a dispute 

 And quarrelled with Baskkaliyst, 

 Husain Khan was among men 

 In the battle were these sardars 

 The brave Gul shair Dildar 

 Jan Mammad Jewan Khan 

 Gul Makh and Tajti Jamali 

 Called them retreating enemies 

 Hereafter the Jamalis will laugh 

 Gul Mammad and 24> were killed 

 God gave the victory 

 He became musk in the world 

 Gentles my lay is finished 



Sohwan yadkana Sehwana 



Bashk lal mana imana 

 Kahni kahev murgani 

 Hal mahram dostani 

 Gaishtar birsan hothani 



Lodi zaihmaran kkhtk 

 Dast dast nishani adtha 



Monj darin dil bothakhth 



Kadzi baraigain singarlAa 

 Paishi mullawao banga 

 Phulai sarmaharai shiptha 

 Yakpati shalana kanyun 

 Ganja bailo nurwaha 



Jathanai binindai jahain 

 Kulan gorgina gath 

 Dost amsaro phalchhat 

 Jaidi amsaro lhiwi 



Shasht mardamai papudsai 

 Rindhi baidagai sa^/ibandan 

 Kul banzara laitaina 

 Bhounri wazgir lalinya 

 Shi mahi zaihir thalambi 

 Ruzi bahmani bala^a 



Barkat Aly juwan marda 

 Railai zaharai darbaisha 

 Diwan biyari kalamowa 



Rindhai kachari ai kutha 

 Gwasht mirain chakara 

 Dushi givokhsaj chumbara 



Kasa gwahi na da^ 

 Gala murid daiwangai 



A Balocliky Love Song. 



In the morning Sehwan comes before 



me 

 Endue me O Lal with truth 

 She's a pigeon a peahen in walk 

 The state of my love is a secret 

 That very modest and beautiful 



creature 

 The minstrel has, come with his lyre 

 And brought a token on his hand 



from my love 

 My heart that was dry as wood be- 

 came glad 

 My bay mare was got ready 

 Before the evening call to prayers 

 I put ornaments on the head stall 

 Without halting at speed I will come 

 To the flourishing Beilo on the Nur- 

 waha 

 Where my Jathani is residing 

 The huts of reeds are crowded 

 My love is fairest of all 

 Among her companions and 



mates the fairest 

 I sent a man secretly 

 My Rindh dress arranged 

 I opened the curtain of the house 

 As the tree smells the flower 

 The pain of six months is removed 

 May you be pleased with no one but 



me 

 Aly is a great hero 

 Such are the wanderings of the bard 

 Gentles my lav is finished 

 5th. 

 The Rinds were all assembled 

 Mir Chalcar spoke 

 " To night how many times has it 



lightened" 

 No one had witnessed it 

 The fascinated Murid spoke 



play- 



