The
Send-off
BY HIRALAL GODIWALA
(Rendered from a Gujerati folk-Song)
(Here is a translation of the Gujerati song sung on
the occasion. It is impossible to bring out in English the fascinatingly sad
melody of the original song. The rendering given below conveys the bare sense
and that too inadequately.)
Issuing out of Pavagarh, Mother,
You came and made your home in the city, Bhawani
Little bells they jingle round the feet of Bhawani.
Where shall I have your mogra planted,
Mother?
In the flower-garden shall I have your mogra planted,
Bhawani!
Little bells they Jingle round the feet of Bhawani.
If you stay on, Mother, I shall cook some sweet,
rich, half-ground wheat for you;
If you go, some fine white macaroni in ghee,
Bhawani!
Little bells they jingle round the feet of Bhawani;
If you stay on, Mother, we shall have a festive car
fashioned for you;
If you go, I shall dress you up in rich garments
from the South, Bhawani!
Little bells they jingle round the feet of Bhawani.