26 
W. Hoey —Set Mahet. 
VI. 
1. 
[Extra-No. 
‘ Jaso, bring curds,’ Mamula said, 
‘ For lucky is my star ’: 
Nand Makar’s wife slie was, replied 
4 Long live our lord Salar ’ ! 
The women of her clan she called : 
Each head a milk pail bore, 
And round her form from waist to head 
One sheet each milkmaid wore. 
2 . 
When Jaso drew near Gaura Got 
And kites and vultures saw, 
And felt the stillness in the air, 
Her soul was filled with awe. 
Corpse upon corpse she saw the dead \ 
With grief she cried aloud : 
The robe she wore in twain she tore 
And made a mourner’s shroud. 
3 . 
She searched in vain among the slain ; 
Her Nand not here she found, 
But on she strayed and saw him laid 
Alone upon the ground : 
4 0 Makar Nand, my sun and moon ! ’ 
She cried, 4 O husband mine ! 
4 Who thus hath killed our Gwallas all 
4 And driven away our kine P ’ 
4 . 
She gently raised Nand Mahar’s head 
And laid it on her knee, 
While of his Jaso’s tenderness 
Thus heedless answered he : 
4 0 unclean ! what art thou ? vulture, 
4 Tiger, jackal, art thou ? 
5 Wilt not wait my parting spirit 
4 But gnawest at me now.’ 
