I am walking the jungle and the path is hard
You are the sun, my enlightener, my guide
The fire has spread, tall trees are badly charred
Caught in fire, I am burning inside
Where do I go, where is my yard?
Guru opened their arms wide
They accepted this bard
A place to reside
All I regard
God beside
Starred
.

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.

The secret we share
Is You.

Sit on the couch, sister
I will fetch some water.
Washing your feet humbly,
I will beg for your company.
It will please my Guru, my Beloved,
And this lowly being will be saved.

La prière d'un enfant

Mon Dieu, mon beau Dieu
Est-ce que mon milieu

Mon Dieu, mon beau Dieu
Je tresse mes cheveux

Mon Dieu, mon beau Dieu
Vous êtes mon moyeu

Mon Dieu, mon beau Dieu
Pardonne mes aveux

Mon Dieu, mon beau Dieu
Je vous vœu

Mon Dieu, mon Dieu
Vous êtes beau

Listen, o ageing soul,
The lover of my beloved:
Your beestings is sweet,
For the giver gifted you;
Feed the many young ones,
They lie begging at your feet.

Many believers, many pundits
Many masters, many adherents
The despicable wretch is nothing
I cannot read complex volumes
I cannot engage in dense conversations
Nor can I comprehend human actions
I see all as good -
That, I believe is concealed.
The seed of love, the bud of goodness
But there is no water.
God, like the sprinkler, disperses water
The good-destined seeds are drenched,
They are delighted!
Tears fill the wretch's pleading eyes.