The Chitral campaign : a narrative of events in Chitral, Swat, and Bajour . weal and working woe, Myriad fairy creatures go. When antimony adorns thine eyes, 0 look not into the skies;Should some fairy being see He will sure thy lover be. Though thy mother scowl with hate, 1 reck neither her nor fate ;Thou alone my joy can be. Thou, the heart of life to me. Refrain. Then abide with me here, sweet, no more let us roam,Thou shalt dwell in a garden, ever fragrant in flower; When the snow lieth deep on our cool mountain home,In the warm vale beneath I will build thee a bower. 0 daughter of Mirza,
The Chitral campaign : a narrative of events in Chitral, Swat, and Bajour . weal and working woe, Myriad fairy creatures go. When antimony adorns thine eyes, 0 look not into the skies;Should some fairy being see He will sure thy lover be. Though thy mother scowl with hate, 1 reck neither her nor fate ;Thou alone my joy can be. Thou, the heart of life to me. Refrain. Then abide with me here, sweet, no more let us roam,Thou shalt dwell in a garden, ever fragrant in flower; When the snow lieth deep on our cool mountain home,In the warm vale beneath I will build thee a bower. 0 daughter of Mirza, with falcon-like eyes, Thou art whiter than milk, thou art chaster than ice. I was only able to obtain one other song, a dancelilt. The Chitrali women, I should mention, weartheir hair in a low fringe over the forehead. In the springtime, in the springtimeWhen the leaves and grass are green, With thy black fringe oer thy foreheadThou, my little love, art seen : THE CHITRAL CAMPAIGN Like a myna clear and , whj dont they give thee to me,Without thee what can I do ?. NATIVE HOISE NEAR GIJAK OX THE WAY TO THE LOWARAI IASS. For I love thee, yea I love thee, More than country, more than life,And Id work for thee for ever If theyd give me thee for wife ;For thou singest like a bulbul, Like a myna clear and true ;Love, I cannot live without thee. Love, dear love, what shall I do ? CHITRALI SONGS 281 I give below the literal rendering of two of thesongs ; I have unfortunately mislaid that of thethird. It will be seen that I have kept to theoriginals fairly closely. Fairies are passing, passing to work good or mischief, sweet-heart, should you look up you will see a fairy boy above you, readyfor your love. You please your lover with your eyes blacked withantimony. If I enter your house your mother eyes me with hatred^but I care for no one but you, you are my lifes joy. to me, dear, come my love,Let me take you into the garden,When the mountains are snowboundI will tak
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