The lunatic has forsaken everything and come to your door, O Guru
My breath is fading out, heart is palpitating
My rags are stained and torn, body is cringing
My eyes are filled to the brim, dried out tears glisten on my face
It is my fear that they will sneer at my condition
But once you embrace me, nothing will matter
Your presence will soothe my mind, O Doctor
The lunatic will become a lover.