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