I wanna go with the jogi

Mother o mother

I made friends with a falcon

I made him a sumptuous cake of grain but he does not eat it,

I fed him with my love

One day he flew off

Never to return to me

              -Wordings from a punjabi folk song...

Oh! Mother, I am in love with the jogi who came to my home and sat stubbornly at  the door. Adorning the bridal mark, i want to go with the jogi. All the pains will vanish with the solace of his embrace.

Sitting there in disguise with a bridal mark, i want to go with the jogi...

God is, God is, God is with me.