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