I have attempted this haunting Punjabi folk song which draws on the old legend of Soni and her lover Mahiwal. In simple Punjabi with a lilting melody, it recounts how Soni , who used to secretly visit her lover at night by swimming across the river Chenab, using a large earthen pot to carry her across, is faced with a fateful choice one stormy night. Her sister-in-law, learning of the affair, conspires to replace the baked clay pot with a raw one. That stormy night, Soni has an irresistible urge to visit her lover and pleads with the pot to take her across. The pot reveals that it is raw and incapable of supporting her but she insists, saying that she so ardently wishes to meet Mahiwal that even if her corpse reaches the other side to meet him, she would take that risk knowingly. Was this her stubborn foolishness or her complete surrender of self to a greater emotion: an overriding Love in the face of which death was a small matter?