Fools sit on thrones as kings, while the wise beg their bread. Strange are the decrees of fate. Yet he is forced to roam the forests. The harsh crane has brilliant plumage, While the sweet-voiced cuckoo is black. The rivers flow in pure streams, But the sea makes them salt.
Fools sit on thrones as kings, While the wise beg their bread.
The king persecutes the Bhaktas. Strange is the path when you offer your love. Do not mention the name of love, O my simple-minded companion. Strange is the path When you offer your love. Your body is crushed at the first step.