All the victories and defeats,
fame and defame, love and hatred,
mine and thine, will be left here
when the Gypsy makes a move.
This unparalleled beauty, eyes and tongue,
these ears and melodious music,
none of these will accompany you
when the Gypsy makes a move.
Create whatever design you may,
carve out any castle of your choice.
They will melt away like dreams
when the Gypsy makes a move.
This mind is a magician, a bluffer,
it has created all these illusions.
When will you realise the Truth?
Now the Gypsy's on the move.
Who is there behind the mirror?
Have you ever caught hold of him?
Oh, thirsty deer of the desert mirage,
Now the Gypsy's on the move.
Save a few teardrops in your eyes.
Keep a little anguish in your heart.
For after all, you have got to face the Master,
Now the Gypsy has moved on.