Beloved's lane is exactly like (holy city of) Kashi
(My) ascetic heart dwells therein

Due to the sadness of the separation from the beloved
My heart is always immersed in dejection

Your tresses are the waves of Jamuna (river)
(And) the mole next to (the tresses) is the ascetic (on the bank)

Black tresses on your chin's depression
Are like the thirsty cobra on the well

(One) whose speech does not have any taste (beauty)
His eloquence is just like the stale food

O Wali! the garment which is on (your) body
Is (nothing but) an artificial (one) for the lovers