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J. E. Rae— Baisvjdri Folk Songs. 
[No. 2, 
Translation. 
Who will go to Brij to sell curds, 
(Seeing that) He (Krish’n) will sprinkle coloured water over one’s 
chunar and sdri ? 
For (on a previous occasion) Kandha (Krish’n) caught hold of the 
skirts of my cloth with one hand, 
And with the other my sdri; 
Then I said, O Mohan, I have fallen into thy power ; 
But every morning since then I curse him. 
II II I 
fqiiiq q?; fiTtl 
irt ciif ^ 
^ JT5 i?; gTTO 
fq^qiift % 
Translation. 
1, The Murari (Krish’n) has sprinkled coloured water with his syringe, 
A whole syringe full he has thrown on my face. 
My entire body has become wet. 
2, My entire gown {ghdgrd) has also become wet, 
And my sdri (wearing cloth) worth a thousand lacs. 
With a syringe, etc. 
II 8^ II I 
qrafl ?;ra, q^n "qq 
qqtqi ciqm! fqq fqqci a”' qsi 
fqqi fqq q ^rqqi: 
Jifq 
Translation. 
Come, 0 Balam Raj, whatever I may do, I cannot get peace ; 
Come, 0 Balam Raj. 
My days pass in anguish. 
And at night without my beloved no sleep comes to me. 
My heart starts in pain ; do not tantalise me. 
Come 0 Bahini Raj. 
