Laughing and playing, I came to Your Temple, O Lord.

While Naam Dayv was worshipping, he was grabbed and driven out. ||1||

I am of a low social class, O Lord;

why was I born into a family of fabric dyers? ||1||Pause||

I picked up my blanket and went back,

to sit behind the temple. ||2||

As Naam Dayv uttered the Glorious Praises of the Lord,

the temple turned around to face the Lord's humble devotee. ||3||6||

Bhairao, Naam Dayv Jee, Second House:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

As the hungry person loves food,

and the thirsty person is obsessed with water,

and as the fool is attached to his family

- just so, the Lord is very dear to Naam Dayv. ||1||

Naam Dayv is in love with the Lord.

He has naturally and intuitively become detached from the world. ||1||Pause||

Like the woman who falls in love with another man,

and the greedy man who loves only wealth,

and the sexually promiscuous man who loves women and sex,

just so, Naam Dayv is in love with the Lord. ||2||

But that alone is real love, which the Lord Himself inspires;

by Guru's Grace, duality is eradicated.

Such love never breaks; through it, the mortal remains merged in the Lord.

Naam Dayv has focused his consciousness on the True Name. ||3||

Like the love between the child and its mother,

so is my mind imbued with the Lord.

Prays Naam Dayv, I am in love with the Lord.

The Lord of the Universe abides within my consciousness. ||4||1||7||

The blind fool abandons the wife of his own home,

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and has an affair with another woman.

He is like the parrot, who is pleased to see the simbal tree;

but in the end, he dies, stuck to it. ||1||

The home of the sinner is on fire.

It keeps burning, and the fire cannot be extinguished. ||1||Pause||

He does not go to see where the Lord is being worshipped.

He abandons the Lord's Path, and takes the wrong path.

He forgets the Primal Lord God, and is caught in the cycle of reincarnation.

He throws away the Ambrosial Nectar, and gathers poison to eat. ||2||

He is like the prostitute, who comes to dance,

wearing beautiful clothes, decorated and adorned.

She dances to the beat, exciting the breath of those who watch her.

But the noose of the Messenger of Death is around her neck. ||3||

One who has good karma recorded on his forehead,

hurries to enter the Guru's Sanctuary.

Says Naam Dayv, consider this:

O Saints, this is the way to cross over to the other side. ||4||2||8||

Sanda and Marka went and complained to Harnaakhash,

"Your son does not read his lessons. We are tired of trying to teach him.