O the man of my soul is in me
Thus I see him everywhere!
O he's in the stars of my eyes,in the waterfalls of light
So does not he get lost!
O so do I see him
Here and there
In whichever
Direction do I see!
O would I hear the sounds of his mouth's words
Thus did I go where...where...
O couldn't I,couldn't I
So today having
Come back to my land,
Today having
Come back to my land,
O do I hear
Him!
In my song!
O who you all
Search for him?
In the garb of
Poor men
At every door!
O he isn't found,isn't found!
O come you all, come you all
O do come fast,
Look through your eyes!
Into my heart
O y'all look through
Those two eyes!

Will the Baul ever quit his search
Singing all through the-
Deserted land, ektara a trail of his
Existence walked him with no promises.
Will He ever listen to their bald cries?
To His realm they say beyond the blues,
Life awaits out of the tableau of massacres.
The world of assumptions tampered
By a philosopher’s fairy tale decides
Birth, death, rebirth, curse and richness?
The blind light is biting his body, heart & soul
He still needs it, his poppy tears.
The system needs it to tear him open,
His body, heart and soul in vain.
Music of the Baul has no destination
Still the voyage is essential.
Ektara has to walk with him, all through
The barren lands, villages and futility.
There’s no end to his search!