पड़ीऐ गुनीऐ नामु सभु सुनीऐ अनभउ भाउ न दरसै ॥लोहा कंचनु हिरन होइ कैसे जउ पारसहि न परसै ॥ १ ॥*paṛīai gunīai nāmu sabhu sunīai anabhau bhāu na darasai ॥**lōhā kaṁcanu hirana hōi kaisē jau pārasahi na parasai ॥ 1 ॥*देव संसै गांठि न छूटै ॥काम क्रोध माइआ मद मतसर इन पंचहु मिलि लूटे ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*dēva saṁsai gāṁṭhi na chūṭai ॥**kāma krōdha māiā mada matasara ina paṁcahu mili lūṭē ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*हम बड कबि कुलीन हम पंडित हम जोगी संनिआसी ॥गिआनी गुनी सूर हम दाते इह बुधि कबहि न नासी ॥ २ ॥*hama baḍa kabi kulīna hama paṁḍita hama jōgī saṁniāsī ॥**giānī gunī sūra hama dātē iha budhi kabahi na nāsī ॥ 2 ॥*कहु रविदास सभै नही समझसि भूलि परे जैसे बउरे ॥मोहि अधारु नामु नाराइन जीवन प्रान धन मोरे ॥ ३ ॥ १ ॥*kahu ravidāsa sabhai nahī samajhasi bhūli parē jaisē baurē ॥**mōhi adhāru nāmu nārāina jīvana prāna dhana mōrē ॥ 3 ॥ 1 ॥*
In plain words
We read, we ponder, we hear the Nām spoken all through, and still the love that comes of itself never shows. How is iron to turn to gold if it never touches the *pāras*? Dev, the knot of doubt will not come undone. Lust, anger, māyā, pride and envy: these five have banded together and robbed me. *(refrain)* 'I am a great poet, I am high-born, I am a pandit, I am a jōgī, a sannyāsī.' 'I am learned, I am virtuous, I am a hero, I am open-handed.' That way of thinking never dies. Says Ravidās, not one of them understands; they have gone astray like men out of their wits. What holds me up is the Name of Nārāyaṇ: my life, my breath, my wealth. *pāras*, the stone whose touch turns iron to gold.