Prem na badi upje, prem na haat bikai

Raja prja jis ruche, sis dey le jai

प्रेम न बाड़ी उपजे, प्रेम न हाट बिकाई |

राजा प्रजा जिस रुचे, सीस देय ले जाई ||

Love is not grown in the field, and it isn’t sold in the market

But a king or a pauper who likes it, offers his head to obtain it

MEANING

In the region of love there is no difference between king or pauper. Who wants to get love has to give up his ego, all other wealth has no value in love. Love is a spiritual and not a material thing.