If someone asks,
About this lowly servant,
I am only His singer,
In His palace now.
Only the singer of His palace,
That is the Maharaja's singer,
Who singing His songs,
Only about His romance.
Longing and love only,
Fill the servant's heart,
The heart of the Maharaja's throne,
Then He will be my longing.
If you enter in it,
And you become sahaya,
That is, in His palace,
You will see the universe.
Amazing secrets,
The inner becomes the outer,
No I can explain,
The tongue is not very skillful.
I enter the heart,
And see the throne,
Then live while dying,
Fools become wise.
That's His riddle,
But it's very simple,
Enter His palace,
And sing His song.

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