Love is new and fresh always

The day I learn the lesson of Love
I was scared of the mosque and dreaded fasts
I looked around and entered a temple
Where sounded many a drum-blast

Tired of reading the Vedas and Quran

Kneeling and prostrating my forehead shor

At Mathura or Mecca He does not dwel

He who has found Him, only he can tell

Burn the prayer mat, break the water pot
Quit the rosary, threw away the staff
Lovers say at the top of their voice
Leave the kosher and eat the shot