People worship Kaaba,
I worship my dearest friend.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
Beloved Raanjha, seeing my defects, do not put me out of mind,
Remember(think of) this worthless one.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
Though I cannot swim,
It will be your shame if I drown.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
I found no one like you,
Though I searched the entire world.
I long for Takht Hazaara.
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