Rehman baba in translation II

Such have your sorrows overpowered me,
That I've lost every place in and out.

My sobs have rendered people restless,
Like fire of a burning dry wood englufing the moistured.

In your pain, I'm weeping like a candle,
But you are laughing at me like a bright morn.

My heart's hanging in your path,
Like your black hair dangling in front of your face.

Tis'a norm for all the sorrows to be crushed under your feet,
When you are burdened with by that single grief.

They come towards you, leaving me behind,
All those who advisingly forbade me from your path.

Such is the effect of your treatment on Rehman,
Like a flame of fire over a thinly dry stalk.