In plain words
O you, I am mad with the pain, and no one knows my pain. My bed is laid on the stake; in what way is there any sleeping? The beloved's bed is up in the circle of the sky; in what way is there any meeting? A wounded one knows the state of the wounded, or the one who has been wounded. A jeweller knows the state of a jewel, or the one who has the jewel. Struck down by the pain I search forest to forest, and no physician has been found. Mīrā's lord: the pain will be wiped away, when the dark one is the physician.