The giant said happily
‘Whatever you desire for and whatever you ask for, you will be granted.’(9)
When he said two or three times
When the devil asked a couple of times, then, with great efforts, she said,
(So the woman) said that a woman is possessed by a demon,
‘You cannot help me to get rid of my afflictions.’(10)
Then he wrote a jantra
The demons immediately wrote an incantation and gave that to her,
(and said) that to whom you will show (this device) once,
‘Once you show it to anyone, that person will be annihilated.’(11)
He wrote a device from his hand
She took the incantation and keeping it her hand showed it to him.
When the giant saw that machine
As soon as he saw the writing, he was exterminated.(12)
Dohira
The devil, which could not be eliminated by superior human beings,
Was despatched to the domain of death through the clever Chritar of the woman.(13)(1)
One hundredth Parable of Auspicious Chritars Conversation of the Raja and the Minister, Completed with Benediction. (100)(1856)
Chaupaee
A Jat lived on the banks of the Ravi (river).
On the banks of river Ravi, a peasant Jat called Mahinwal used to live.
Seeing her, beauty became (her) abode
A woman named Sohani fell in love with him and came under his dominance.(1)
when the sun goes down
At the Sunset, she used to swim across the river and there (to see him).
She would hold the pot well under her chest
Holding an earthen pitcher in her hand she would jump in (the river) and arrive at the other side.(2)
One day when she got up and walked
One day when she ran out, her brother, who was slumbering there, saw her.
He wanted to find the secret behind him,
He followed her and discovered the secret but Sohani did not realise.(3)
Bhujang Chhand
Imbued in love, she ran to the direction,
Where, under the bush, she had hidden the pitcher.
She picked up the pitcher, jumped into the water,
And came to meet her lover but none could fathom the secret.(4)
When the woman returned to meet him,
Thus she would go to meet him again and again, to quench her thirst of the fire of passion.
(She) came across the river with a pot in her hand.
She would row back with the pitcher, as if nothing had happened.(5)
In the morning (his brother) went (there) with a crude pot.
(One day) Her brother reached there early in the morning with an unbaked earthen pitcher.
He broke into pieces the baked one and put the unbaked-one in its place.
The night fell, Sohani came and, taking that pitcher, plunged into water.(6)
Dohira
When she had swam about half way, the pitcher started to crumble
And her soul abandoned her body.(7)
Chaupaee