Speak in hints in grazing fields
So that no one should guess
No one should hear, no one should know!
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!
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!
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
Once I went to the court of love
Love stripped me of my swagger
I went to garner praises from love
Love robbed me of my vanity