I must utter what comes to my lips.

Speaking the truth creates chaos.
Telling a lie saves one scarce.
I am afraid of both these.
Afraid I am both here and there.

I must utter what comes to my lips.

He who has this secret known.
He must peep into his own
Lives He in the shrine of peace
Where there are no ups and downs

I must utter what comes to my lips.

It is indeed a slippery park.
I take precautions in the dark
De inside and see for yourself
Why this wild search afar?

I must utter what comes to my lips.

It is a matter of good form
A norm to which we all conform
It’s God in every soul you see
If he is in me why not in you?

I must utter what comes to my lips.

(Says Bulleh) the master is not far from me
Without him there none could be
That explains the suffering and pain
But mine is not the eye to see
I must say what comes to my lips.