ld not look at him on account of his great
beauty. He had grown so handsome in Indrasan, and his cheeks were red.
"How can this beautiful boy be our son?" they said, and they did not
recognize him. "Stand up," said Goraknath. "This is your son Sazada;
do not fall down before your son." So they stood up, and the fakir
said, "I have married your son to the fairy princess Jahur Rani, and I
will bring her to you." So then he brought the little Rani, and when
they saw her they fell down again, for they could not look at her
beauty. Her hair was like red gold, her eyes were dark, and her
eyelashes black. But Goraknath made them stand up; and when they
really understood it was their son and his wife that he had brought
them, they took Prince Sazada into their arms, and kissed him and
loved him, and his Rani too. Goraknath made a grand wedding-feast for
them all, and they were all very happy.

Told by Dunkni.

FOOTNOTES:

[3] Yamuna.

[4] Mahadeva, _i.e._ Siva.

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XVI.

SOME OF THE DOINGS OF SHEKH FARID.

Once there was a Raja called Hamansa Raja. He had a son, named Gursan
Raja, who married Khelapari Rani, the daughter of Gulabsa Raja. After
the wedding Gursan Raja brought her home to his father's house.

One day Gursan Raja came home from hunting, very very tired and
thirsty. It was about twelve or one o'clock in the day. He asked
Khelapari Rani to fetch him some water, and while she went for it he
fell asleep. When she came back she found him still sleeping, and
because he was so tired he slept all the afternoon and all night, and
never woke till the next morning. His wife stood by him all the time
holding the water in a brass cup. When he woke and found she had stood
there all the afternoon and all night he was very sorry, and asked God
to forgive him, and to give his wife whatever she wished for, no
matter what it might be. So Khelapari wished that whatever happened in
any country, she might know of it at once of herself without any one
telling her, no matter how far away the country might be.

One day Khelapari Rani went to draw water from the tank, and by the
tank sat an old man, the fakir Shekh Farid. He said to the Rani, "Give
me a little water to drink." "I will," she said, "only drink it
quickly, for my father's house is on fire, and I am going to put it
out." "How far off is your father's country?" asked Shekh Farid.
"About twenty miles," answered Khelapa