_Barêyo_ _báro_, _na_.[30] The husband old is, [is he not?]
_Hapótok_ _thyayé_ _gé_. With a bear done it going, [you have “been and gone and done it.”]
_Sómmi_ _rátijo_ _Sómmi_ _shakejo_ _Mey nish harayé_ In the sleep of night The sleep from the arm. My sleep awake
_gé_. _Mashàq_ _phirì_ _phùt_ _talósto_. has gone. Turning round again opening hastily I saw.
_Méy laktéy_ _píribann_ _tshîtsho_ _häun_. _Datshîno_ _hata-jó_ My darling waistband variegated was. Right hand-from
_aina_ _giní_, _Tshakéoje_ _wazze_. _Nu_ _kabbo_ _hata-jó_ mirror taking, Looking she came. This left hand-from
_surmá_ _giní_. _Paléoje_ _wazze_. antimony taking, Applying she came.
The above describes the dream of a lover whose sweetheart has married one older than herself; he says:
“That dear delicate little woman has a frightful old husband. “Thou hast married a bear! In the dead of night, resting on my arm, “My sleep became like waking. Hastily I turned and with a quick glance saw “That my darling’s waistband shone with many colours, “That she advanced towards me holding in her right a mirror into which she looked, “That she came near me applying with her left the antimony to her eyes.”
This Song was composed by Rajah Bahadur Khan, now at Astŏr, who fell in love with the daughter of the Rajah of Hunza to whom he was affianced. When the war between Kashmir and Hunza broke out, the Astoris and Hunzas were in different camps; Rajah Bahadur Khan, son of Rajah Shakul Khan, of the Shíah persuasion,[31] thus laments his misfortunes:
_Lotshúko_ _sabäin_ _kên_ _nimâz_ _thé_ _duwá_ Early in morning’s time [usual] prayers done supplication
_them_ _Qabûl thé_, _Rahîma_ _Garìbëy_ _duwa_ I make Accept, oh merciful [God] of the poor the prayer.
_Dòn_ _mahî_—_yeen_ _dim_ [her] teeth [are] of fish bone = like ivory, [her] body
_puru_—_yeen_ _tshamûye_ _tshîké_ _hane_ _me_ _armán_ [like a] reed[32] [her] hair musk is. My longing
_tûte_ _hane_ _Bulbúl_ _shakàr_. to you is [Oh] nightingale sweet!
_Chorus_ falls in with “_hai, hai, armân bulbúl_” = “oh, oh, the longing [for the] nightingale!”[33]
After having discharged my usual religious duties in the early morning, I offer a prayer which, oh thou merciful God, accept from thy humble worshipper. [Then, thinking of his beloved.] Her teeth are as white as ivory, her body as graceful as a reed, her hair is like musk. My whole longing is towards you, oh sweet nightingale.