Ever new, ever fresh is the Spring of Love! Ever new, ever fresh is the Spring of Love!

When I learnt the lesson of love, My heart dreaded the sight of the mosque. I went into the temple, Where a thousand horns were blowing.

When I grasped the hint of love, I beat and drove out all senses of "I" and " You”, Both my heart and vision became clear. Now in whatsoever direction I look, I see only the lord.

I am tired of reading Vedas and Qur'ans; My forehead is worn by constant prostrations in the mosque. But the lord is neither at Hindu shrines nor at Mecca, Whoever found him, found him in the light of his own beauty.

Burn the prayer mat, break the bucket, And do not touch the beads or the staff. The lovers are proclaiming at the top of their voices, "Give up the lawful and eat carrion."

I have lived all my life in a mosque, But my heart is still full of dirt. I had never vowed for the prayer of unity of God Now why do I rave and cry.

Love has made me forget to prostrate myself before you, Now why do you quarrel with me in vain? Waris is doing his best to keep silent about it, But love says "Kill‑‑destroy all show and formality."

Inspite of not knowing Punjabi, Abida's rendition of Waris Shah's Heer is proving to be soothing to my sleepless sickness. I suppose this is the effect of Waris Shah's great masterpiece on someone as screwed up as me, as it attacks from all the directions leaping beyond the mere syntax of language or comprehension.