PrIdw mY Bolwvw pg dw mqu mYlI hoie jwie ]

aucwrx p`g; mqu: polw bolo

fareedhaa mai bholaavaa pag dhaa math mailee hoe jaae ||

Fareed, I was worried that my turban might become dirty.

gihlw rUhu n jwxeI isru BI imtI Kwie ]26]

aucwrx im`tI

gehilaa roohu n jaanee sir bhee mittee khaae ||26||

My thoughtless self did not realize that one day, dust will consume my head as well. ||26||