O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer...
At every step, a myriad of deceivers,
In the fervor of dyeing the flesh,
I escaped them all, day after day,
But in Spring's embrace, the heart could not escape,
So in this world, this body, this mind,
Could not remain detached,
Pure, pure, pure, pure,
Pure, pure, pure, pure,
My veil, alas, is stained,
Now the heart throbs,
Now the heart throbs upon this veil,
As all eyes are fixed,
O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer...
The color in which Radha was dyed,
In which Meera was dyed,
In that very color, all hues drown,
Thus spoke the disciple Kabir,
So blue, yellow, red, like the Bajrang,
Do not show these to me,
I'll understand, I'll understand,
I'll understand this secret,
Do not explain it to me,
Love is a color,
Love is a color,
Once it ascends, no other hue will,
O, Dyer of Colors, dye my veil thus,
That its hues may never fade,
O, Dyer...
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