दुलभ जनमु पुंन फल पाइओ बिरथा जात अबिबेकै ॥राजे इंद्र समसरि ग्रिह आसन बिनु हरि भगति कहहु किह लेखै ॥ १ ॥*dulabha janamu puṁna phala pāiō birathā jāta abibēkai ॥**rājē iṁdra samasari griha āsana binu hari bhagati kahahu kiha lēkhai ॥ 1 ॥*न बीचारिओ राजा राम को रसु ॥जिह रस अन रस बीसरि जाही ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*na bīcāriō rājā rāma kō rasu ॥**jiha rasa ana rasa bīsari jāhī ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*जानि अजान भए हम बावर सोच असोच दिवस जाही ॥इंद्री सबल निबल बिबेक बुधि परमारथ परवेस नही ॥ २ ॥*jāni ajāna bhaē hama bāvara sōca asōca divasa jāhī ॥**iṁdrī sabala nibala bibēka budhi paramāratha paravēsa nahī ॥ 2 ॥*कहीअत आन अचरीअत अन कछु समझ न परै अपर माइआ ॥कहि रविदास उदास दास मति परहरि कोपु करहु जीअ दइआ ॥ ३ ॥ ३ ॥*kahīata āna acarīata ana kachu samajha na parai apara māiā ॥**kahi ravidāsa udāsa dāsa mati parahari kōpu karahu jīa daiā ॥ 3 ॥ 3 ॥*
In plain words
This birth is hard to come by, the fruit of good deeds, and it goes to waste for want of discernment. A house and a throne to equal King Indra's: without bhagati to Hari, tell me, what do they count for? You have not considered the *ras* of Rām the King, the ras in which all other ras is forgotten. *(refrain)* We knew, and we turned ignorant; we are madmen; thinking, not thinking, the days go by. The senses are strong, the discerning mind is weak, and into the highest good there is no entry. One thing is said and quite another is done; none of it can be understood; māyā has no limit. Says Ravidās, your servant's mind is downcast; put your anger away and show this soul mercy. *ras*, the juice of a thing, its taste and the relish of it.