Jitt dihaadde dhan vari, saahe laye likhaai,
Malku ji kanni suneeda, muhu dikhaale aayi.
Jindu nimaani kaddiye, hadda ku khaddakaayi,
Saahe likhe na chalni, jindu ku samajhai.
Jindu vahuti marnu var, le jaasi parnaai,
Aapan hatthi jouli kae, kae gali laggae dhai.
Vaalhu niki puraslaat, kani na suniaai,
Farida kiddi pavandiyi, khadda na aapu muhaai.
The day of the bride’s wedding is pre-ordained. On that day, the Messenger of Death, of whom she had only heard, comes and shows its face. It breaks the bones of the body and pulls the helpless soul out. That pre-ordained time of marriage cannot be avoided. Explain this to your soul. The soul is the bride, and death is the groom. He will marry her and take her away. After the body sends her away with its own hands, whose neck will it embrace? The bridge to hell is narrower than a hair; haven’t you heard of it with your ears? Fareed, the call has come; be careful now – don’t let yourself be robbed.