Rise, O moon, spread your light across the heavens;
the stars remember you in silent prayer.
Those who were once merchants of rubies in their homeland
now roam the alleyways of earthly life like beggars.…
Already predisposed are we
to fly back to our long-lost home.
A glimpse of the Master, says Bahu,
is better than millions of pilgrimages.
My heart is ablaze with the love of my Beloved –
who could extinguish this flame?
How could I have known the nature of this love,
which has made me bow my head at every doorstep? …
O Bahu, I would sacrifice my life for the one
who would unite me with my long-lost Beloved.
Beautiful is my Beloved and ugly am I –
how can I ever win his heart?
Despite my countless efforts
he has not entered the courtyard of my heart.…
Says Bahu: I am always tormented by the thought
that I might die crying in anguish for my Beloved.
Hazrat Sultan Bahu, as quoted in Voice of the Heart