At the window of the empty heart, who will place their face?

Now my friendship is with those songs — embracing them, I fall asleep.

Those sound like songs of divine love, along with the kinguri that the mountain itself sings.

Those inner noises that once existed transformed into silence.

Since meeting You, a deep pull awakened within us — O, everything changed.

O time, walk slowly — I still have to sing the songs of the companions.

Blessed is your arrival, beloved — O one who calls yourself a Sikh.