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?
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
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