Come, my beloved!

_Muhammad Din_ is wandering; he is drunken and mad;
For a year he has been dying. Send for the doctor!
Come, my beloved!

_From the Pus'hto of Muhammad Din Tilai (Afghans, nineteenth
century)._



BALLADE OF MUHAMMAD KHAN

She has put on her green robe, she has put on her double veil, my
idol;
My idol has come to me.
She has put on her green robe, my love is a laughing flower;
Gently, gently she comes, she is a young rose, she has come out of the
garden.

Gently she has shown her face, parting her veil, my idol;
My idol has come to me.
She has put on her green robe, my love is a young rose for me to
break.
Her chin has the smooth colour of peaches and she guards it well;
She is the daughter of a Moghol house and well they guard her.

She put on her red jewels when she came with a noise of rings, my
idol;
My idol has come to me.