Na Rabb arsh mu-alla utte, Na Rabb khaavve Kaabe hoo.

Na Rabb arsh mu-alla utte,
Na Rabb khaavve Kaabe hoo.
Na Rabb ilm kitaabeen labbhaa,
Na Rabb wich maihraabe hoo.
Ganga teerath mool na miliaa,
Painde be-hisaabe hoo.
Jad daa murshid pharhiaa Baahoo,
Chhutte sab aazaabe hoo.
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God doesn’t live in the highest heaven,
Nor can he be found in the holy shrine of Ka’ba.
No one ever found him through learning
Or by knowing the scriptures.
I never met him through bathing in holy waters-
I roamed far and wide in a fruitless search.
But I was rid of all my despair and anguish
When I put myself in my Master’s hands, O Bahu.