kµiD kuhwVw isir GVw vix kY sru lohwru ]

kandhh kuhaarraa sir gharraa van kai sar lohaar ||

With the axe on his shoulder, and a bucket on his head, the blacksmith is ready to cut down the tree.

PrIdw hau loVI shu Awpxw qU loVih AMigAwr ]43]

fareedhaa ho lorree sahu aapanaa thoo lorrehi angiaar ||43||

Fareed, I long for my Lord; you long only for the charcoal. ||43||