There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering!

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering!

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering
There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

 Whom to tell my shrieks Oh! Hermit
There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

 If he slipped sans rumpus
There would be uproar in the whole universe

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

Muslims are wary of fire and Hindus fear grave
Leaving apart all bickering and brawl
Escaped somebody else that was brave

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

Somewhere Ram and at other Mullah
It is the furor old and ancient

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

Prayer calls were made at Heavenly throne
These were listened at the exalted Lahore
Shah Inayat has fastened strings
And slyly pulls my wings

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

The one who believed has known
Others have collapsed and thrown
All scuffle and tussle came to halt 
When Bulleh appeared on  the scene

There is a Cheat in the folds of my covering

Bulleh Shah