Ankhiya is thirsty for Hari Darshan.
Look at the lotus flowers that remain sad every day.
Came here, roamed around the courtyard, was thrown and hanged.
Kesari Tilak Motin rosary, stale from Vrindavan.
No one knows Kahu's mind, people laughed in their hearts.
Surdas Prabhu, what do I do for you #जय श्री कृष्णा राधे राधे
