Ask not of lustre drunk’s1 caravan scene,
They have left the world whole and all its means.
By God my feelings rouse from peals of bell,
As if the wind booms through canes wood deli.

1.         Lustre drunk lovers of God (Jalwa mastan; lost in the sheen of God by submerging in Him, drowned in Him, in a daze. (Lost in daze)
From peals of bells; the pilgrims feel as if they would teach their destination soon. Thus the hells rouse their fervour and frenzy.