हम घरि सूतु तनहि नित ताना कंठि जनेऊ तुमारे ॥तुम्ह तउ बेद पड़हु गाइत्री गोबिंदु रिदै हमारे ॥ १ ॥*hama ghari sūtu tanahi nita tānā kaṁṭhi janēū tumārē ॥**tumha tau bēda paṛahu gāitrī gōbiṁdu ridai hamārē ॥ 1 ॥*मेरी जिहबा बिसनु नैन नाराइन हिरदै बसहि गोबिंदा ॥जम दुआर जब पूछसि बवरे तब किआ कहसि मुकंदा ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*mērī jihabā bisanu naina nārāina hiradai basahi gōbiṁdā ॥**jama duāra jaba pūchasi bavarē taba kiā kahasi mukaṁdā ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*हम गोरू तुम गुआर गुसाई जनम जनम रखवारे ॥कबहूं न पारि उतारि चराइहु कैसे खसम हमारे ॥ २ ॥*hama gōrū tuma guāra gusāī janama janama rakhavārē ॥**kabahūṁ na pāri utāri carāihu kaisē khasama hamārē ॥ 2 ॥*तूं बाम्हनु मै कासीक जुलहा बूझहु मोर गिआना ॥तुम्ह तउ जाचे भूपति राजे हरि सउ मोर धिआना ॥ ३ ॥ ४ ॥ २६ ॥*tūṁ bāmhanu mai kāsīka julahā būjhahu mōra giānā ॥**tumha tau jācē bhūpati rājē hari sau mōra dhiānā ॥ 3 ॥ 4 ॥ 26 ॥*
In plain words
In my house there is thread, and every day I stretch the warp; at your neck hangs the sacred thread. You read out the Vedas and the Gāyatrī; Gōbind is inside my heart. My tongue is Viṣṇu, my eyes are Nārāyaṇ, and in my heart Gōbindā lives. At Death's door, when he questions you, madman, what will you say then, O Mukand? *(refrain)* We are the cattle, you the cowherd, Gusāīṅ, our keeper birth after birth. Not once have you taken us across and put us out to graze. What kind of master are you? You are a Brahmin; I am a weaver of Kāśī. Take the measure of my knowing. You go begging at the doors of kings; my mind is fixed on Hari.