I am a drunkard, unknown of world surrounds me,
Intoxicated I roam around the open roads that end inside me.
I make my own drink and pour it over my heart
Like an ardent devotee pours holy water over the idol of mighty lord.
Celebrations are unchanging and sorrows pass in a jiffy,
Between wee hours and end of the day, I remain engrossed in me.
My wears are old and torn as my crumbling body
Neither I fit to the likings of the moral advocates of this society.
I remain high and tipsy as I sip the Potion of your divine affection
In my heart I have placed my God and his highest temple.