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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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