O companion,
come with me,
sailing the boat of my mental wind,
to the end of the river in Rasulpur,
where the village Junput lies.

There the river merges into the sea,
and love is in the blue sky.
The seagulls and balii ducks smilingly look for shelter in the wintery cold.

People there are very good-minded
and are filled with the light of love.
It is unbearable to see the darkness of misery on their face.
Come for them.
Come to their home,
creating a new world.

Come along with me, my friend,
sailing the boat of my mental wind.