'Kaun thagvaa hamaar nagariyaa lootal ho'
Some thug has come to loot this city.
The bride sleeps on sandalwood bed,
O friend, come to comb her hair,
her groom has deserted her.
The god of Death is upon her bed,
her eyes shed tears.
Four men have lifted her cot,
and soon the fire will engulf her.
Says Kabir, listen O wise one,
the bride is just snapping
her ties with the world.
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