_Younger brother._—Am I to eat now, what am I to say, there is, oh my brother, neither bread nor water. Am I to fetch some [water] what am I to say, there is no masak [a water-skin], oh my brother!

_Elder brother._—The lying nonsense of Hamir (the younger brother) wounds me deeply (tears off the skin of my heart). There will be no day to this long night, oh my brother!

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_Kàka_, _mosè_ _djò_ _râum_ | _Mèy_ _dássga_ _nè bèy_ | _Tàbàm_ Brother! I what am to say? | My choice it is not | In the

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_aresà_ _dáro_ | _Módje_ _làshga_ _nè béy_ | _Dajála_ whole of the present time | To me shame is not | The next

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_éle_ _jilto_ | _Jáko_ _udàsóne_ _han_ world near has come | People despairing will be

_Watàn_ _dáro_ _zár_ | _Tu_ _mashahúre_ _billé_ | _Ash_ In my country famous | You famous have become | To-day

_bajóni_ _dégi_ _bárri_ _musafiri_ | _Zari_ _mójo_ to get you prepared on a great journey | Openly me

_lai langíddi_ = _íje_ | _Djíll_ _mey_ _hawallí_ | _Sín qatída_ much pains | My soul is in your keeping | The river

_phúne_ | _Sudà_ _chogarong_ is flowing, the large flower | Of silver colour.[41]

The ideas and many of the words in this prayer were evidently acquired by my two Kafirs on their way through Kashmir:

“Khudá, tandrusti dé, prushkári rozì de, abattì kari, dewalat man. Tu ghóna asas, tshik intara, tshik tu faidá káy asas. Sat asmán tì, Stru suri mastruk mótshe dé.”

The Chaughan Bazi or Hockey on horseback, so popular everywhere north of Kashmir, and which is called Polo by the Baltis and Ladakis, who both play it to perfection and in a manner which I shall describe elsewhere, is also well known to the Ghilgiti and Astori subdivisions of the Shina people. On great general holidays as well as on any special occasion of rejoicing, the people meet on those grounds which are mostly near the larger villages, and pursue the game with great excitement and at the risk of casualties. The first day I was at Astor, I had the greatest difficulty in restoring to his senses a youth of the name of Rustem Ali who, like a famous player of the same name at Mardo, was passionately fond of the game, and had been thrown from his horse. The place of meeting near Astor is called the Eedgah. The game is called TOPE in Astor, and the grounds for playing it are called SHAJARAN. At Gilgit the game is called BULLA, and the place SHAWARAN. The latter names are evidently of Tibetan origin.