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54 / <strong>Bhai</strong> <strong>Vir</strong> <strong>Singh</strong><br />

mountains. He had no male heir and married his daughter to<br />

Sadhu <strong>Singh</strong>'s son Surat <strong>Singh</strong>. Upon his death, Surat <strong>Singh</strong><br />

succeeded to his title. But, although he was nowthe chief of a<br />

small territory, he never failed to answer the call of his<br />

<strong>com</strong>patriot Sikhs whenever they needed his help in battle. In<br />

one such battle Rana Surat <strong>Singh</strong> was killed.<br />

This shattered the world of Raj Kaur whose love for her<br />

husband was tender beyond words. Nothing could assuage<br />

the pain of her heart. Duties of state which fell to her on her<br />

accession to the gaddi engaged not her attention. "She had<br />

the ashes of the burnt body of her husbandbrought to herand<br />

entombedthemin a shrine of white marble onstreambank on<br />

the summit of a small hill. Her mother dissuaded her, but she<br />

did not listen to anyone. She had sculptors sent for from Agra<br />

and had a life-size white statue of the Rana made. She placed<br />

it in a temple especially erected for the purpose. Thus did she<br />

occupy herself in her love irrepressible. Never for a moment<br />

was she abstracted from her sorrow."l<br />

RaniRaj Kaur"wasslim ofbuild,willowylike anuntouched<br />

sprout. Youthful in years and beauty was she...Her eyes of<br />

wonderous charm were sadness-begirt. And sunk low they<br />

were sapped by constant weeping. Look, there <strong>com</strong>es she<br />

uttering sighs of grief, rapt in melancholy, oblivious of<br />

everything. Shereaches nearthetomb andstopswitha startle.<br />

. . Her eyes heavy with tears, she supplicates thus: '0 brother<br />

river, make not the noise. Go gently past, noiselessly, lest thy<br />

murmurbeheardinsideandthelovedone asleep bedisturbed.<br />

Sleeps he without a care and he turns not on his side. Aweary<br />

with many fatigues, he has <strong>com</strong>e to his rest. .. Go slowly by<br />

slippinggently.' So saying, herheartburstinsideherandtears<br />

leapt to hereyes...Like thejewellerbedeckinghis shop with<br />

jewels, she set flowers lovingly in the shrine. As she set the<br />

flowers, tears as large as hail dropped from her eyes."2<br />

1. Author's preface, Rana Surat<strong>Singh</strong>, 7th edition, p.v.<br />

2. Rana Surat <strong>Singh</strong>, pp. 2-3.<br />

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