I am a drunkard, the unknown of the world surrounds me,
Intoxicated, I roam around the open roads that end inside me.
I make my drink and pour it over my heart
Like an ardent devotee pours holy water over the idol of the mighty lord.
Celebrations are unchanging, and sorrows pass in a jiffy,
Between the wee hours and the end of the day, I remain engrossed in me.
My wears are old and torn as my crumbling body
Neither do 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.