इस तन का दीवा करों, बाती मेल्यूं जीव।
लोही सींचौं तेल ज्यूं, कब मुख देखों पीव॥
I will turn myself into
A little lamp made of baked clay
Put a wick in it as my soul
And some oil like my blood.
I will lit the lamp
And in its light will have
a glimpse of my loving Lord.
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