जल की भीति पवन का थंभा रकत बुंद का गारा ॥हाड मास नाड़ीं को पिंजरु पंखी बसै बिचारा ॥ १ ॥*jala kī bhīti pavana kā thaṁbhā rakata buṁda kā gārā ॥**hāḍa māsa nāṛīṁ kō piṁjaru paṁkhī basai bicārā ॥ 1 ॥*प्रानी किआ मेरा किआ तेरा ॥जैसे तरवर पंखि बसेरा ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*prānī kiā mērā kiā tērā ॥**jaisē taravara paṁkhi basērā ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*राखहु कंध उसारहु नीवां ॥साढे तीनि हाथ तेरी सीवां ॥ २ ॥*rākhahu kaṁdha usārahu nīvāṁ ॥**sāḍhē tīni hātha tērī sīvāṁ ॥ 2 ॥*बंके बाल पाग सिरि डेरी ॥इहु तनु होइगो भसम की ढेरी ॥ ३ ॥*baṁkē bāla pāga siri ḍērī ॥**ihu tanu hōigō bhasama kī ḍhērī ॥ 3 ॥*ऊचे मंदर सुंदर नारी ॥राम नाम बिनु बाजी हारी ॥ ४ ॥*ūcē maṁdara suṁdara nārī ॥**rāma nāma binu bājī hārī ॥ 4 ॥*मेरी जाति कमीनी पांति कमीनी ओछा जनमु हमारा ॥तुम सरनागति राजा राम चंद कहि रविदास चमारा ॥ ५ ॥ ६ ॥*mērī jāti kamīnī pāṁti kamīnī ōchā janamu hamārā ॥**tuma saranāgati rājā rāma caṁda kahi ravidāsa camārā ॥ 5 ॥ 6 ॥*
In plain words
A wall of water, a pillar of wind, mortar mixed from blood and seed. A cage of bone and flesh and veins, and a poor bird living inside it. Mortal, what is mine and what is yours? It is a bird roosting in a tree. *(refrain)* You put up the walls, you raise the foundations. Three and a half cubits: that is your boundary. Curling hair, the turban set on the head at an angle. This body will be a heap of ash. High houses, a beautiful woman. Without the name of Rām the game is lost. My caste is low, my family is low, low is the birth that is mine. I have come into your shelter, Rāmchand the King, says Ravidās the cobbler. *camār*, the leather-working caste into which Ravidās was born.