Mirzya Page #3

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My car's outside

Soochi

Go and rest

God bless you, my child

See her to the car

The lioness is wounded.

She's now more dangerous

You'll have to kill that cat, my son

The wedding is near

The Maharajah has decided

But he didn't say when

Nor did he say to whom

Someone called Adil Ivlirza is here

to see you

Come

l-low are you'?

Come and sit down

What brings you here?

Sir, I need to ask you something

Go ahead

Sir, if a young boy...

...a mere child were to commit

a crime...

...for how long would he

be considered a criminal?

The law can be harsh

but compassionate too

What happened?

You can tell me, son

Remember when you

were in Jodhpur...

A nine year-old boy stole your gun

He killed a schoolteacher

with that gun

Shot him dead

He was Soochi's classmate

He loved Soochi

Still does

l-low did you change your name '?

We want to marry...

Get out!

Now

So he changed his name?

No one can escape the law, sir

Royal houses do not give

a damn about the law

Put out this fire before

it consumes us

His real name is Mon/sh

- Teach me how to ride a bike?

- Soochi/f

Why are your hands blackened?

Teach me to ride a bike?

No one can escape the law

His real name is Mon/sh

Royal houses do not give a damn

about the law

How did he change his name?

Teach me to ride a bike?

Soochi

The sound of your footsteps

I can hear them

From where do they come?

Are they returning?

Or departing?

Have you come back?

Or are you leaving?

The ties of the heart are not

cut by a saw

They are cut...

...by actions such as yours

You have destroyed me Soochi

O beloved

O beloved

O beloved

The bride is leaving

The lover's treasure departs

The bride is leaving

The lover's treasure departs

O father, we played in every season

Swinging on swings...

...in the falling rain

You kept awake...

...and whispered mabies

as 1 slept

As I step beyond the threshold

As I step beyond the threshold

My dues are now sewed, O father

My dues are now sewed, O father

A box of bridal vermi//ion,

poison hidden within

Poison for the bride,

if the {over does not arrive

O beloved

O beloved

O beloved

O Ioveiorn bird!

Give me news of my beloved

O Ioveiorn bird!

Give me news of my beloved

May she not die of thirst

Bring a beakful of water

O Ioveiorn bird!

Soochi, come out!

Look, she is sitting still

Please bring the bride

Move

Soochi, open up!

Soochi!

H happens.

Often it happens in love

Often it happens in love

One suffers the hurt

while the other bleeds

Any news?

Sir, their photographs have been

circulated

We must be missing something

Did you help them elope?

Where's the commissioner's daughter?

Come, son

It's all over

Nothing is over

Where will we go?

Beyond the desert

Across the border

We'll see once we get there

You okay?

Your shoe

Nothing Hes beyond the sky

There's only you...

...and me

Our love has three witnesses

There's God, you...

...and me

Why does the earth echo today?

The sky is lost in their story

Our love has three witnesses

There's God, you...

..and me

Let us open the sky and see

Perhaps another sky we'll find

Let us walk together

Let my sou! meet yours

Any petrol'?

Let Ioves fragrance soar

Only one bottle?

Let the dream stay a dream

Our love has three witnesses

There's God, you...

..and me

Where?

We're out of petrol

What now?

- Any news?

- Nothing, sir

- l-low far is the border'?

- 25 miles away

We've alerted the border patrol

We'll get them by sunset

We have to

Do not wear the noose of love

This rope is unending

You will never get Sahiba

You will never get Sahiba

Do not be born again, O Mirzya

The earth turned crimson

The sky turned copper

Blood gushed from his brow

His senses fading away

- l-low much further'?

- Not much

It'll soon be dark. We'll leave

at dawn

- l-low many bullets left'?

- Six

- Are they enough'?

- l-low many will come for us'?

Who knows! Many, if the police

come too

Maybe Karen will come

The first bullet is for...

...your Prince Karen

The second?

Maybe the Maharajah will come

And your father

He'll be there for sure

So, the second bullet is for

the Maharajah

The third is for your father

And?

The fourth. . .for you

The fifth...me

And the last bullet?

It could be for anyone

Soochi, get the horse!

Do not wear the noose of love

This rope is unending

You will never get Sahiba

Do not be born again, Mirzya

Soochi...

These valleys of milky mist

Centuries ow through here

Love never dies, O Mirzya

Forever lives the beloved Sahiba

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