Slay me not, O Lord of mine,
Let me first appease my Beloved.
Shed the pride, the obstinate game,
Let me dance to win my Friend.
With the Yogini, at His heels,
Let me wear the garland of His grace.
A slave, a beggar, a wandering thing,
Let me live my own true path.
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali,
A Yogini, I search every street,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali.
I have read the Vedas, seen the ancient texts,
The books of knowledge, those old and wise.
I have read the Vedas, seen the ancient texts,
The books of knowledge, those old and wise.
Take away those books I've read,
Yet still, my eyes have not met His gaze.
Take away those books I've read,
Yet still, my eyes have not met His gaze.
Before You, nothing can stand, Ali, Ali,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali.
Your light is the heart's delight,
Read, and perceive the secrets of today.
Your light is the heart's delight,
Read, and perceive the secrets of today.
You are the guardian of all,
Your mysteries, none can truly know.
You are the guardian of all,
Your mysteries, none can truly know.
Your essence is the purest, Ali, Ali,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali,
My gourd sings, Ali, Ali.
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