But those whom the devil has spoiled - how can they turn their consciousness towards God? ||15||

Fareed, become the grass on the path,

if you long for the Lord of all.

One will cut you down, and another will trample you underfoot;

then, you shall enter the Court of the Lord. ||16||

Fareed, do not slander the dust; noting is as great as dust.

When we are alive, it is under our feet, and when we are dead, it is above us. ||17||

Fareed, when there is greed, what love can there be? When there is greed, love is false.

How long can one remain in a thatched hut which leaks when it rains? ||18||

Fareed, why do you wander from jungle to jungle, crashing through the thorny trees?

The Lord abides in the heart; why are you looking for Him in the jungle? ||19||

Fareed, with these small legs, I crossed deserts and mountains.

But today, Fareed, my water jug seems hundreds of miles away. ||20||

Fareed, the nights are long, and my sides are aching in pain.

Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 003

Cursed are the lives of those who place their hopes in others. ||21||

Fareed, if I had been there when my friend came, I would have made myself a sacrifice to him.

Now my flesh is burning red on the hot coals. ||22||

Fareed, the farmer plants acacia trees, and wishes for grapes.

He is spinning wool, but he wishes to wear silk. ||23||

Fareed, the path is muddy, and the house of my Beloved is so far away.

If I go out, my blanket will get soaked, but if I remain at home, then my heart will be broken. ||24||

My blanket is soaked, drenched with the downpour of the Lord's Rain.

I am going out to meet my Friend, so that my heart will not be broken. ||25||

Fareed, I was worried that my turban might become dirty.

My thoughtless self did not realize that one day, dust will consume my head as well. ||26||

Fareed: sugar cane, candy, sugar, molasses, honey and buffalo's milk

- all these things are sweet, but they are not equal to You. ||27||

Fareed, my bread is made of wood, and hunger is my appetizer.

Those who eat buttered bread, will suffer in terrible pain. ||28||

Eat dry bread, and drink cold water.

Fareed, if you see someone else's buttered bread, do not envy him for it. ||29||

This night, I did not sleep with my Husband Lord, and now my body is suffering in pain.

Go and ask the deserted bride, how she passes her night. ||30||

She finds no place of rest in her father-in-law's home, and no place in her parents' home either.

Her Husband Lord does not care for her; what sort of a blessed, happy soul-bride is she? ||31||

In her father-in-law's home hereafter, and in her parents' home in this world, she belongs to her Husband Lord. Her Husband is Inaccessible and Unfathomable.