The soul is the bride, and death is the groom. He will marry her and take her away.

After the body sends her away with its own hands, whose neck will it embrace?

The bridge to hell is narrower than a hair; haven't you heard of it with your ears?

Fareed, the call has come; be careful now - don't let yourself be robbed. ||1||

Fareed, it is so difficult to become a humble Saint at the Lord's Door.

Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 002

I am so accustomed to walking in the ways of the world. I have tied and picked up the bundle; where can I go to throw it away? ||2||

I know nothing; I understand nothing. The world is a smouldering fire.

My Lord did well to warn me about it; otherwise, I would have been burnt as well. ||3||

Fareed, if I had known that I had so few sesame seeds, I would have been more careful with them in my hands.

If I had known that my Husband Lord was so young and innocent, I would not have been so arrogant. ||4||

If I had known that my robe would come loose, I would have tied a tighter knot.

I have found none as great as You, Lord; I have looked and searched throughout the world. ||5||

Fareed, if you have a keen understanding, then do not write black marks against anyone else.

Look underneath your own collar instead. ||6||

Fareed, do not turn around and strike those who strike you with their fists.

Kiss their feet, and return to your own home. ||7||

Fareed, when there was time for you to earn good karma, you were in love with the world instead.

Now, death has a strong foothold; when the load is full, it is taken away. ||8||

See, Fareed, what has happened: your beard has become grey.

That which is coming is near, and the past is left far behind. ||9||

See, Fareed, what has happened: sugar has become poison.

Without my Lord, who can I tell of my sorrow? ||10||

Fareed, my eyes have become weak, and my ears have become hard of hearing.

The body's crop has become ripe and turned color. ||11||

Fareed, those who did not enjoy their Spouse when their hair was black - hardly any of them enjoy Him when their hair turns grey.

So be in love with the Lord, so that your color may ever be new. ||12||

Third Mehl:

Fareed, whether one's hair is black or grey, our Lord and Master is always here if one remembers Him.

This loving devotion to the Lord does not come by one's own efforts, even though all may long for it.

This cup of loving devotion belongs to our Lord and Master; He gives it to whomever He likes. ||13||

Fareed, those eyes which have enticed the world - I have seen those eyes.

Once, they could not endure even a bit of mascara; now, the birds hatch their young in them! ||14||

Fareed, they shouted and yelled, and constantly gave good advice.