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1885.] G. A. Grierson —Song of Gopi Chand. 
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TRANSLATION. 
Song of Gopi Chand ,— Bhojpuri. 
1. King Gopi Chand teareth up 
his royal robes and maketh out of 
it an ascetic’s cloth. In its midst 
are fastened diamonds, rubies and 
pearls, and it was made a priceless 
cloth. He putteth on the cloth 
and starteth on his wanderings,* 
and his mother catcheth him by the 
cloth and standeth. ‘ When I see 
thee, my son, I control myself, 
for thou art going forth and be¬ 
coming an ascetic. I held thee, 
my son, for nine months in my 
womb, thinking that my darling 
would be a help to me in trouble. 
I gave thee seven streams of milk 
to drink, pay me back the price 
thereof.’! 
* ^ ^ to go, wander, 
f is 1st sing, of 2nd pret. 
In p. 39 of my Bh. Gram. I have marked 
it as wanting. 
Song of Gopi Chand ,— Magahi. 
1. The king donneth an ascetic’s 
cloth, and starteth for the forest. 
His mother catcheth him by the 
cloth and standeth, saying, ‘ I held 
thee for nine months in my womb, 
and in the tenth didst thou take 
human form. If thou hadst died 
in thy birth, I would have been 
contented. Say not, 0 Gopi Chand, 
“ Imagine, mother, that thou art 
barren or that thy womb hath borne 
only a dhaJc (butea frondosa) or a 
madar (asclepias gigantea) .* With 
such words remonstrate with thy 
sinful soul.” ’ So much said his 
mother Maina. (Again she said) 
£ (By thy going away) thou art lay¬ 
ing waste an inhabited city,for with¬ 
out thee, Gopi Chand, the whole 
# Two trees. The first is good for 
nothing but firewood, and the second is 
very bitter. 
