ਦਿਲ ਤੇ ਕਰ ਵੇ ਏਕ ਸਰਨਾਵਾਂ, ਤਾਹੀਂ ਦਰਸ ਕਰੇਂ

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

Falsehood consumed the years of my life while Truth stood nearby.

The silent cry that arises within — the Lord Himself hears it.

Grace does not allow anyone to lose this divine love.

The one who daily prepares herself for union — He too daily prepares Himself.

Then even the displeased Beloved becomes reconciled, shyly and tenderly.

Many addresses are written upon the paper of the heart — how can I play the game of love?

For Heer, everything was Dheedo Ranjha; for Majnun, everything was Layla.

For the fish, everything is water; for the bumblebee, everything is the flower.