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