'Mori chunri men pari gayo daag piyaa'
O my love, my stole is stained.
Made up of five elements,
this stole has now hundreds of holes.
It was gifted by my mother, but
I've sullied it at my husband's home.
Repeatedly I've washed it with the soap of knowledge,
but the stains have still remained.
Says Kabir, the stains will go,
only when the Guru washes the stole.
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