You spent your whole life winning At least now learn to lose, O fakir
I'm off to fill water from the well My true guru is calling out to me
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
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
Fearlessly, I'll sing The praises of the formless Reality beyond description
