ando ando badli chhando
ando ando badli chhando ghan baras jaye do
kaisa ho ye pyas bhi ab taras jaye to

dedh inch upar hu mai
thodi niche hai jamin, thoda upar hai asma
rubaru hai atma, dedh inch upar hu mai

Come, come, let the clouds choose their dance,
Come, come, let the clouds choose their dance, let the dense ones pour forth.
How could this thirst, too, not now yearn?

One and a half inches above I am,
A little below, the earth, a little above, the sky.
Face to face is the soul, one and a half inches above I am.