'saadho yah tan thaath tambure kaa'
O wise one, this body is a lyre.
When its strings are tightened and the keys screwed,
the self within it breaks into a sweet tune.
When the strings get snapped and the keys become loose,
The instrument is left to gather dust.
Friend, don't take pride in this body,
Its swan one day will fly away.
Says Kabir, listen, O brother,
Rare is he who bravely walks
The arduous path that leads to Him.
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