Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Pir Sahib went to a prostitute for sex.
after having fun the prostitute asked: " pir sahib paise ?"
Pir sahib replied " pagli ,tujh se thori na longaa "