dhaa

mithr piaarae noo(n) haal mureedhaa dhaa kehinaa ॥

thudhh bin rog rajaaeeaa dhaa oudtan naag nivaasaa dhae hehinaa ॥

sool suraahee kha(n)jar piaalaa bi(n)g kasaaeeaaa(n) dhaa sehinaa ॥

yaararrae dhaa saanoo(n) saathhar cha(n)gaa bhat(h) khaerriaa dhaa rehinaa ॥

Tell the beloved friend (the Lord) the plight of his disciples.

Without You, rich blankets are a disease and the comfort of the house is like living with snakes.

Our water pitchers are like stakes of torture and our cups have edges like daggers.

Your neglect is like the suffering of animals at the hands of butchers.

Our Beloved Lord’s straw bed is more pleasing to us than living in costly furnace-like mansions.