PrIdw glIey ickVu dUir Gru nwil ipAwry nyhu ]

fareedhaa galeeeae chikarr dhoor ghar naal piaarae naehu ||

Fareed, the path is muddy, and the house of my Beloved is so far away.

clw q iBjY kµblI rhW q qutY nyhu ]24]

aucwrx iB`jY

chalaa th bhijai kanbalee rehaan th thuttai naehu ||24||

If I go out, my blanket will get soaked, but if I remain at home, then my heart will be broken. ||24||