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!
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?
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!
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!
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
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
Fearlessly, I'll sing The praises of the formless Reality beyond description
