Pashtun (Afghan) love story, of a couple who fell for each other at first sight, but were destined not to be together, both dying of grief. Live the Lovers of Valdaro, they in their common grave are i
Adam Khan played the rabab and won the heart of Durkhanai
A Pashtun (Afghan) love story, of a couple who fell for each other at first sight, but were destined not to be together, both dying of grief. Live the Lovers of Valdaro, they in their common grave are in embrace, legend tells us, though when buried they were not. Not even death can get in the way of love for hearts that are true…
Silent now her tambourine She played while yearning for Adam Khan For whom she fell at fleeting glance As only true lovers can
Durkhani won his heart too As he caught her peeping over the wall On the urging of her friends who said he was beautiful Modest she hid, and hard did fall.
Both on the ground, and in love Pined on being taken to her bed She could not stop thinking of him He could not get her from his head.
A fleeting glance is all lovers need To be of their love for another sure When both they and those that they desire Please God, and their hearts are pure.
Adam Khan to his freind declared She was the one for his life But he was too late, in the Pashtun way She was to be anothers wife.
Friends being friends did what they could Found a way to get the lovers to meet Delighted, they exchanged gifts Their time together it was, too short, too strong, too sweet.
Their day as come, the reluctant bride Married Payu, and shares his bed But she will not be his lover She desires Adam Khan instead.
Payu knows not what ails his wife To hunt sets out �" for ten days and nights His wife sends word for Adam Khan: Love now has destiny in its sights!
“Come quickly to the fine bazaar of beauty! The gardeners gone from his empty garden where I sit The Black Crow on the bough she sits Cries folorn in grief for it!”
Word reaches Payu that his wife is gone His heart with anger flames and burns He summons the elders of the town Sets his case and wins it when he returns.
Men being men, of fists and blood In passion, angers rage, there is a fight The honour of men, inflamed by love Adam Khan best friend dies from his wounds that night.
The reluctant bride to her marriage bed returns But madness the soul it seizes She will not wash, or cook or eat Her husband can do what he pleases.
Young Khan to wandering the wilderness takes His mind lost though love and guilt Mourns his lost love and his dead friend His cried echo the skies as his tears are spilled.
He wanders and wails as a man possessed Till one day he falls to the ground Wide Hindu Yogi’s kind stop to help When they prostate there him found.
He cannot speak, cannot explain They decide him to help, ask not why He shaves his hair, and dons their robes In time he tells why he is in pain and does cry.
To Bazdara they set out, to Pay’s door Being hospitable, the sets them down for a meal They tell they sense sorrow of him and his wife They would like in thanks both to heal.
Payu distressed thinks there can be no harm Brings Durkhani into the room the Yogis to see She knows Adam Khan, though no one else does does She calms, smiles, as does he.
Payu amazed at the sudden change Tells the Yogis to stay for a while In the garden makes accomoodation Glad to see his wife once again smile.
But time it passes as it always does The Yogis in life have their station They cannot stay, and must go away Back to their life of prayer and meditaion.
To his fathers house Adam Khan returns Is married to Gulnaz, fair of face and form The most patient wife, she hears and consoles his woes With a heart thats pure and warm.
But Peya knew his wife was lost Her love he never had He moves on to another wife Leaves Durkhanai alone and sad.
The maddness of the heart seizes Adam again The wanders and cries until he is struck blind with tears Asks kind strangers to he home to be brought He drops dead as her home he nears.
She on hearing this to her bed she takes Till death in its kindness takes her from her pain The lovers who in life could not be together In death would lie in one grave for all time to remain.
Some time on, the grave by the villagers was opened Shocked they were there they were to find Not two skeletons side by side as buried they were But in an embrace, entwined!
Reset in their plot, they were covered again And a hundred years had passed or so Again the grave was opened, all were shocked to see Them embraced again, how? No-one did know.
Kindness and sense this time prevailed It was descided so that they could stay So they lie, awaiting the Day of Judgement The Lovers of Bazdara, to this very day!
Adam Khan Durkhanai Stone:- Adam Khan was from lower bazdara while Durkhanai from upper bazdara. They were lovers and used to each other. Naturaly, the stone was divided into two pieces for them to meet each other as it is said they were true lovers.
I loved reading this story!
I'm not sure what it might say about "true love", but it does chow the western mind the culture of "romantic love" in another part of the world.
Most stories teach a truth about life... Here I see a few.
One truth found here is we all have pre set tendacies or a genetic destiny.
Also, we have our choices in life... To decide how we think or attach meaning.
Also, I can see how these choices can affect our very physical bodies and not just our mental state. This is a fact we often ignore.
Lastly, we see how others interfere or "help" in matters they could never understand. This is vain.
Oh... One more truth here is about death. It has no power over love...
I loved reading this story!
I'm not sure what it might say about "true love", but it does chow the western mind the culture of "romantic love" in another part of the world.
Most stories teach a truth about life... Here I see a few.
One truth found here is we all have pre set tendacies or a genetic destiny.
Also, we have our choices in life... To decide how we think or attach meaning.
Also, I can see how these choices can affect our very physical bodies and not just our mental state. This is a fact we often ignore.
Lastly, we see how others interfere or "help" in matters they could never understand. This is vain.
Oh... One more truth here is about death. It has no power over love...
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