[No. 3 
B. C. Temple —Some Hindu Folksongs from the Fanjdb. 
Mah’nga bike, ta n nangiya^ nahm rah’naw ; 
Mota-sota andar bahi kari lana n. 
Lag rabi chot, 
Sajan, mere man men 
Lag rahi chot. 
Galim kaddhe, tan sum kari rah’naw, 
Chup-chap ghare bich bahi kari kat’na^. 
Lag rahi chot, 
Sajan, mere man men 
Lag rahi chot. 
Kangra* 
My love is a physician, all the world is sick ; 
He knows not the pulse, how will the sick live ? 
I am wounded, 
My friend, in my heart 
I am wounded. 
My love goes away, I too go with him : 
Casting out my heart, giving up my life. 
I am wounded, 
My friend, in my heart 
I am wounded. 
If (food) be dear, I will not remain hungry ; 
Sitting in the house I will eat leavings. 
I am wounded, 
My friend, in my heart 
I am wounded. 
If (clothes) be dear, I will not remain naked ; 
Sitting in the house I will wear coarse cloths. 
I am wounded, 
My friend, in my heart 
I am wounded. 
If they abuse I will remain listening ; 
Sitting silently in the house I will bear it. 
I am wounded, 
My friend, in my heart 
I am wounded. 
