सह की सार सुहागनि जानै ॥तजि अभिमानु सुख रलीआ मानै ॥तनु मनु देइ न अंतरु राखै ॥अवरा देखि न सुनै अभाखै ॥ १ ॥*saha kī sāra suhāgani jānai ॥**taji abhimānu sukha ralīā mānai ॥**tanu manu dēi na aṁtaru rākhai ॥**avarā dēkhi na sunai abhākhai ॥ 1 ॥*सो कत जानै पीर पराई ॥जा कै अंतरि दरदु न पाई ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*sō kata jānai pīra parāī ॥**jā kai aṁtari daradu na pāī ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*दुखी दुहागनि दुइ पख हीनी ॥जिनि नाह निरंतरि भगति न कीनी ॥पुर सलात का पंथु दुहेला ॥संगि न साथी गवनु इकेला ॥ २ ॥*dukhī duhāgani dui pakha hīnī ॥**jini nāha niraṁtari bhagati na kīnī ॥**pura salāta kā paṁthu duhēlā ॥**saṁgi na sāthī gavanu ikēlā ॥ 2 ॥*दुखीआ दरदवंदु दरि आइआ ॥बहुतु पिआस जबाबु न पाइआ ॥कहि रविदास सरनि प्रभ तेरी ॥जिउ जानहु तिउ करु गति मेरी ॥ ३ ॥ १ ॥*dukhīā daradavaṁdu dari āiā ॥**bahutu piāsa jabābu na pāiā ॥**kahi ravidāsa sarani prabha tērī ॥**jiu jānahu tiu karu gati mērī ॥ 3 ॥ 1 ॥*
In plain words
What her Lord is worth, the wedded wife knows. She sets pride down and takes her ease and her delight. She gives him body and mind and keeps no distance from him. She looks at no other, she hears no other, she speaks of no other. How would that one know another's pain, who has found no ache of his own inside him? *(refrain)* Wretched is the cast-off wife, and she has neither side left to her. She never kept the bhagati of her Lord unbroken. The road over the Pul Salāt is a hard one. No company, no companion: she goes alone. A man in sorrow, a man in pain, has come to the door. His thirst is great and he has had no answer. Says Ravidās, I am at your shelter, Prabh. Bring my state to whatever end you know best. *Pul Salāt*, the bridge over the fire that the dead must cross.