I will not be restrained now, O Rana,
Despite all you do to block my path.
I have torn off the veil of worldly shame;
Only the company of Saints is dear to me.
Merta, my parents' home, I have left for good.
My surat and nirat, awakened,
Now shine bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem