Tumane Ya na mane [English translation]

The Lord and the follower belong to the same creed, they are but the same

Just the way clothes cover our body

the way our soul hides beneath the clothes, the skin

The same way, my Lord you are within your follower

You say, and make him do things, You make him come to you

Whether you agree or not

I made you my God

Tell me what God shall I pray for

I made you my God

I burnt my body ashes

Then I was able to reach the destination of my Love

The iktaara/instrument plays the tune of my breath

I made you my God

What is living without you,

Your home is my holy shrine

I will not bow my head anywhere else

I made you my God

I will bear all the sadness with a smiling face

If you agree, I will be yours forever

You have taught me my Love, what Love is

I made you my God