I have been pierced by the arrow of love –
what shall I do? I can neither live, nor can I die.
Listen to my ceaseless outpourings:
night and day, I have no peace;
I cannot live without my Beloved for even a moment.…
The fire of separation is unceasing –
let someone take care of my love.
How can I be saved without my Beloved’s darshan? …
Oh, Bullah, I am in deep trouble –
let someone come and help me.…
Love cares not for caste or creed;
it is the opposite of orthodox religion.
The land of the Beloved lies across the river,
yet waves of avarice have engulfed me.
The Master is holding the boat –
why do you tarry, why this delay? …
The Beloved is right within you –
whom do you search for outside?
Why are you deluded in bright daylight?
Come, Friend, come to my help.
Sain Bulleh Shah, in Voice of the Heart