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SHINGHAR 125 Had I know, had I know That he hikes to sleep on a bed of roses, I would have spread for him all the roses of the Town ! He is fast asleep, "Awake, O holy youth ! Thy beauty waits for thee !

In green, fresh gardens, the golden parrots are perching, And I clap my hands to make them fly from bough to bough, I strike him with a branch of blossomed jasmine, "Awake, awake, O self-intoxicated youth ! They beauty is cooing of love in the gardens of our town!" Had I know, had I know He is a bird of passage, Sure would I have thrown the nets of love around ! Bring the nets of roses, And catch him, "Awake, awake, O free youth ! We come to hold thee captive in our arms !"

Dr.Ananda Coomar Swami, in his Ari and Swadeshi has published a few translations of the music of the fold songs of the Punjab. some of them, as rendered by him are:

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Aha, where Lachhi spills water, Spills water, spills water, spills water, There Sandal grows--where Lachhi spills water.