paraym jaa-ay ta-o darpai tayro jan. ||1||
tujheh charan arbind bhavan man.
paan karat paa-i-o paa-i-o raam-ee-aa Dhan. ||1|| rahaa-o.
sampat bipat patal
maa-i-aa Dhan.
taa meh magan hot na tayro jan. ||2||
paraym kee jayvree
baaDhi-o tayro jan.
kahi ravidaas chootibo kavan gun. ||3||4||
What would it matter, if my body were cut into pieces?
If I were to lose Your Love, Lord, then Your humble servant would be afraid. ||1||
Your lotus feet are the home of my mind.
Drinking in Your Nectar, I have obtained the wealth of the Lord. ||1||Pause||
Prosperity, adversity,
property and wealth are just Maya.
Your humble servant is not engrossed in them. ||2||
Your humble servant is
tied by the rope of Your Love.
Says Ravi Daas, what benefit would I get by escaping from it? ||3||4||