. The poems of Edwin Arnold .. . leadingthe way; whereas the wicked, what with the slipperiness an<! 324 NOTES TO PEARLS OF THE FAITH. extreme narrowness of the path, the entangling of the thorns,and the extinction of the light, which directed the former toParadise, will soon miss their footing, and fall down headlonginto hell, which is gaping beneath them. Muhammad seems to have borrowed this from the Magians,who teach that on the last day all mankind will be obliged topass a bridge called Pul Chiuavad, that is, the strait bridge,leading directly into the other world; on the midst of which
. The poems of Edwin Arnold .. . leadingthe way; whereas the wicked, what with the slipperiness an<! 324 NOTES TO PEARLS OF THE FAITH. extreme narrowness of the path, the entangling of the thorns,and the extinction of the light, which directed the former toParadise, will soon miss their footing, and fall down headlonginto hell, which is gaping beneath them. Muhammad seems to have borrowed this from the Magians,who teach that on the last day all mankind will be obliged topass a bridge called Pul Chiuavad, that is, the strait bridge,leading directly into the other world; on the midst of whichthe Angels appointed by God will stand, who will require ofevery one a strict account of his actions. The Jews speak like-wise of the bridge of hell, which they say is no broader than athread. Page 302, line 9.— Three darknesses. The body, the womb,and the amnion. Page 305, line 31.—This is the origin of the Hallal, a customof Muslim hunters and butchers, who pronounce the formulaof excuse and pity before slaying any [325J MISCELLANEOUS ORIENTAL POEMS. THE RAJPOOT WIFE. Sing something, Jymul Rao! for the goats are gatheredAnd no more water is to bring; [now, The village-gates are set, and the night is gray as yet,God hath given wondrous fancies to thee:—sing! Then Jymuls supple fingers, with a touch that doubtsand lingers,Sets athrill the saddest wire of all the six; [gle, And the girls sit in a tangle, and hush the tinkling ban-While the boys pile the flame with store of sticks. And vain of village praise, but full of ancient days,He begins with a smile and with a sigh— Who knows the babul-tree by the bend of the RaveeTQuoth Gunesh, I! and twenty voices, I! u Well—listen! there below, in the shade of bloom andbough, Is a musjid of carved and colored stone; [man! —And Abdool Shureef Khan—I spit, to name that Lieth there, underneath, all alone. He was Sultan Mahmoods vassal, and wore an AmirsIn his green hadj-turban, at Nungul. [tassal Yet the head which w
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