Says Naam Dayv, why are you wandering around out there? This is the way to find the Lord. ||4||2||

As water is very precious in the desert, and the creeper weeds are dear to the camel,

and the tune of the hunter's bell at night is enticing to the deer, so is the Lord to my mind. ||1||

Your Name is so beautiful! Your form is so beautiful! Your Love is so very beautiful, O my Lord. ||1||Pause||

As rain is dear to the earth, and the flower's fragrance is dear to the bumble bee,

and the mango is dear to the cuckoo, so is the Lord to my mind. ||2||

As the sun is dear to the chakvi duck, and the lake of Man Sarovar is dear to the swan,

and the husband is dear to his wife, so is the Lord to my mind. ||3||

As milk is dear to the baby, and the raindrop is dear to the mouth of the rainbird,

and as water is dear to the fish, so is the Lord to my mind. ||4||

All the seekers, Siddhas and silent sages seek Him, but only a rare few behold Him.

Just as Your Name is dear to all the Universe, so is the Lord dear to Naam Dayv's mind. ||5||3||

First of all, the lotuses bloomed in the woods;

from them, all the swan-souls came into being.

Know that, through Krishna, the Lord, Har, Har, the dance of creation dances. ||1||

First of all, there was only the Primal Being.

From that Primal Being, Maya was produced.

All that is, is His.

In this Garden of the Lord, we all dance, like water in the pots of the Persian wheel. ||1||Pause||

Women and men both dance.

There is no other than the Lord.

Don't dispute this,

and don't doubt this.

The Lord says, "This creation and I are one and the same."||2||

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Like the pots on the Persian wheel, sometimes the world is high, and sometimes it is low.

Wandering and roaming around, I have come at last to Your Door.

"Who are you?"

"I am Naam Dayv, Sir."

O Lord, please save me from Maya, the cause of death. ||3||4||

O Lord, You are the Purifier of sinners - this is Your innate nature.

Blessed are those silent sages and humble beings, who meditate on my Lord God. ||1||

I have applied to my forehead the dust of the feet of the Lord of the Universe.

This is something which is far away from the gods, mortal men and silent sages. ||1||Pause||

O Lord, Merciful to the meek, Destroyer of pride

- Naam Dayv seeks the Sanctuary of Your feet; he is a sacrifice to You. ||2||5||

Dhanaasaree, Devotee Ravi Daas Jee:

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

There is none as forlorn as I am, and none as Compassionate as You; what need is there to test us now?

May my mind surrender to Your Word; please, bless Your humble servant with this perfection. ||1||