I'm off to fill water from the well
My true guru is calling out to me

Speak in hints in grazing fields
So that no one should guess
No one should hear, no one should know!

Dark night, frail pot, no way to swim
Yet she flung herself in!

I ate your fruit, I soiled your leaves
I played from branch to branch
You burn, and I fly away?
You live and love but once!

Scorch the house
To make a house arise, yogi
Protect it
And it's gone!

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?

Sweetheart, dear girl
Wake up your beloved
He sleeps a deep, forgetful sleep
Shake him awake!

You are the sea, and I the fish
I’ll stay immersed in you
If you dry up, I’ll die too
What would I be without you?

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

On the peak of emptiness
The sound of the universe
I'll sing every possible song