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?

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

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