The personal angst, the despairs across times, I bear
The way situations came about, the way things turned out, I share
Having seen the burden of young son's death on an elderly father,
I feel falling apart into pieces like a mud house which can't adhere.
The bride in palanquin leaving her Dad's door, is unknown to me,
But still, I don't know why the flood of emotions appear.
Since the day, I came into the holy ascetic's glare,
Night and day, within me, the spiritual ecstasies flare.
Even the air I breathe disturbs my tranquility,
I don't live in this world but still live here.