I am Hari Prasada's daughter, and Sahjo Bai am I named.
I was born of Thusar lineage, my guru's feet my sure defence.
Charan Das my guru Deva to me revealed the hidden secret.
By Joga and Joga's rules hard to come by, he brought it near and gave me vision.
To other sadhus I do reverence, with joined hands and head bowed low.
May this one boon to me be given, that with devotion I may serve.

Hear ye sants and all good men: do not harbour pride.
Of but four days this life is made: but at the last you die.
You think, " my life will last unchanged: " of all you'll give account.
Eat, O Swan, drink and enjoy: seek not to hold and hide.
O Garib Das, He is in all: to no one then be harsh.

They ask of the Path but have no knowledge, intent on quarrels sound and fury.
Salvation's road they do not follow: nor discern between saint and sinner.
They go to mosque, they go to temple, but slay the creatures God has made.
Pandit, Qazi, both were worsted: they do not part the milk from water.
They cut the throats of living creatures, and think a stock and stone accepts it.
Says Garib Das, They went empty away: their life is cursed, abhorred of men.

All creeds proclaim the sovereignty of love: they proclaim it greater than Ganga and Joga's ordinances.
From love springs singleness of aim: from love too springs resignation.
From Bhagti and love spring wisdom: light breaks forth and folly banished.
Love is so precious, none can achieve it, but when Hari is merciful then is it gained.
The power of love Bhagwana obeys: all the scriptures prove it so.
When love within the Bhagat's heart awakes, before him Hari stands revealed.
From love's mine come all crowning mercies: Charan Das knows it in his heart.

O Sat Guru, whatever Thou hast taught me, that I learned and that I sang.

To-day Thou hast made me Thine own and at Thy feet I have bowed my head.
What can I say of beginning or end, To-day I meditate upon Thy Name.

The current of this stream runs strong, take me safe across to-day.
Jagjivan is Thy slave: I lay my head an offering at Thy feet.

O men, practice that devotion, from which at the last some good may come.
Forsake disputes, revile not others, be ye humble and lowly of heart.
I proclaim that religion as true, that sings praise of the name with understanding.
Abandon pride and self-conceit: the Treasury of mercy will then show favour.
Sadhus, Vedas, Puranas declare that this is the sign of the true Sabda.
To hold within the two letters the real essence, this is held the true religion.
Jagjivan has embraced His feet: he sees the beauty of the Unconditioned and the Freed.

RUBA " I

Cup-bearer, bring, bring here again my yestereven's wine;
My harp and rebeck bring, them bid address this heart of mine:
Whilst still I live, 'tis meet that I should mirth and glee enjoy;
The day shall come when none may e'en my resting-place divine.

Strive always for the highest, you will gain the highest seat,
And have the half-moon's silver for the covering of your feet.

O Soul, cherish the love of Govind.
In the open field you will sound the drum of victory.
Hear with your ears the accents of the Lord, and with your eyes behold the vision.
Immovable, Immortal, viewless is the Lord, in whatever form you see Him.
With your inmost being do Him Bhakti, wholly immersed in his love.
Bind your mind into a raft, so will the three worlds be transparent.
Unworthy, helpless, and of low degree is Bulla, but he has devoted himself to the Name.
Arth, Dharm, Kam, and Moksh, fall each into its place.

Three be the ways of love: a knitting of heart to heart;
a pleasing of lips and eyes; a third love whose name is death.