Lachhi — From a Well-Known Panjābī Folk-Song
Aha! When Lachhi spills water,
Spills water, spills water, spills water,
There sandal grows—where Lachhi spills water.
Aha! Lachhi asks the girls,
The girls, the girls, the girls,
Oh, what coloured veil suits a fair complexion?
Aha! The girls said truly,
Said truly, said truly, said truly,
A veil that is black becomes a fair complexion.
What then your fortune, Lachhi?
Your fortune, Lachhi, your fortune, Lachhi, your fortune, Lachhi?
Ho! your boy like the moon, what then your fortune?
Who’ll give you milk to drink, Lachhi?
Drink Lachhi, drink Lachhi, drink Lachhi?
Your friendship with the goatherds is sundered!
Who’ll give you milk to drink?
[This song is sung to a purely folk-air, not in any definite rāg.]