You spent your whole life winning At least now learn to lose, O fakir
In your sky-dome is an upside-down well Full of the nectar of life!
If you’re headed north, be alert Tell everybody you’re headed south! Lovers delight in this wine’s secret What will a dry heart understand?
I’m rolling about in these waves I don’t know how to swim Take me across…
Oh my dear friend, whom should I love? Keep the company of pure-hearted ones Keep the company of clean-hearted ones
I burnt down my house, yogi I took up the flaming torch If you scorch your own house, yogi Then join me on this walk
How frail your body, how false your world How untrue the account you give of it O Raam, dear Raam Pray tell, do tell Who fabricated your frail body?
If my beloved is like a rose Then I’m his fragrance If my beloved is like my heart Then I’m his breath
Khusro says, the river of love Flows in strange ways One who escapes, drowns One who drowns is saved
This cart is colourful, beautiful The wheels are red and rosy A sassy young girl holds the reins Raam sits in the vehicle
In the forest of this love, a peacock calls out My love is more beautiful than any holy place He wounded me, then forgot all about me
