Sasui: Husaini-XIX
(The Wailings)

I


1

O look not back! nor hesitate,
for sun declines in West-
Thy pace do quicken, do not rest
ere sunrise try to reach

2

O sun, make it not hard for me,
by setting very soon:
The tracks of Punhu let me see
ere I in mountains die.

3

A rain is pouring from my brow,
hot perspiration's stream;
What I thought love, revealed is now
consuming fire flame.-

4

The day is burning, she doth move
now swifter on her way;
This Brahmin girl, an ancient love
for the Bluchis has.

5

As long you live, aglow remain;
there's no way without fire;
In hot and cold, swift pace maintain
there is no time to rest.

6

On rising, thought of mountaineers
did overwhelm me there;
I shall leave Bhambore, nought endears
this Bhambore to my heart.

7

Sisters, for pleasures of Bhambore
the caravan I missed;
Therefore I now with sorrow sore
the monutains have to search.

8

Sisters, your freedom do secure
by leaving Bhambore now;
Our old comrades here did endure
much sorrow and much pain.

9

In Bhambore is the smoke of hell;
Sisters, from Bhambore part-
Sasui take the guide and start
early and not delay.-

10

Sisters, my heart is sorrow-cleft.
and wounded I do live...
Of loved-ones all, for whom I long
alas, I am bereft;
Can I forget those who have left
e'en now before my eyes?

11

Bhambore, the town of ugliness,
the noble prince adorned;
Lord of the mountains, from whole world
removed fear and distress,
Maids art of printing learnt, model
was Punhu,s loveliness-
Unrivalled one, Bhambore did bless
and decent it became.-

12

The Bhambore that not walked behind
the Hoat, confounded got;
Unrivalled One, the town did not
recognize, walked like blind;
Those priviledge were, who did find
his beauty with their hearts.-

13

Who saw him with their hearts, did feel
to follow him at once;
When Punhu did himself conceal
e'en then they followed him.-

14

In hot and cold incessantly
walk on, and do not wait;
At fall of night you will not see
the tracks of him you seek.

15

There was a time when princely Hoat
my clothes to wash did choose;
Now even camelmen refuse
to take me with themselves.

16

My gown is at my shoulders torn;
alas my head is bare-
O sisters in your Bhambore fair
What have I now to do?

II

17

From grief and woe she did obtain
the lead, to walk the way;
It was from guidance of the pain
she Punhu found at last.-

18

A hundred comforts I will give
and bargain too my head,
If in exchange I may instead
a single sorrow get.

19

Sweet sorrow, do not you depart
as went away my love...
To none I may pour out my heart
but you, since he has left.

20

Sorrow, joys' beauty constitute;
joys without sorrows spurn;
By virtue of such sorrow's mood
my love comes to my arms

21

We walk in fellowship with 'Care'
but keep the world at bay-
When even very young we were,
sorrow made home with us.

III

22

Those who are seeking for the friend,
one day the friend will find;
The seeking ones will at the end
reach loved-ones domicile.-

23

No more alive...or dead...yet death
I feel is claiming me...
Beloved...I give up my breath
in longing now for thee.-

24

Had you died yesterday, you'd met
your Punhu yesterday,
All hale-and-hearty, never yet
succeeded finding love.

25

As soon or late I death must see;
may I in mountains die...
Sisters, so that my death should be
on my Beloved's count.

26

Better in mountains cut and sore,
striving for Punhu, die-
That all the world for ever more
thy love shall glorify.-

27

She follows in pursuit, calls, cries-
but smiles when tracks she finds;
Who turns one step back when she dies
shall ne'er the loved-one see.-

28

As night advances, swifter grows
her step and swifter still...
Her innocent mind nothing knows
but the word: "rider-spouse".

29

Don't cease to call persistently;
keep calling, begging still-
Then riding-men may suddenly
relax, remembering thee.

30

To whate'er you in life adhere,
Links after death remain;
And those who cannot see Hoat here
How will they see him 'there'?

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"The strongest man in this world is the one who stands most alone"