Shabad (Poem)- 22

'kaun marai kahu pandit janaa'

Who perishes?
O learned men, just explain.

Dust merges into dust,
air with air flies.

Says Kabir, listen O wise one,
it's this body that dies.
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Shabad (Poem)-21

'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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Shabad (Poem)-20

'Ghoonghat ke pat khol re, tohe piyaa milenge'

Lift the veil off your face,
O friend, you'll find your love.

In all beings dwells the Lord,
say no harsh word,
O friend, you'll find your love.

A hundred lamps burn
in the pleasure-house,
You leave not your seat,
O friend, you'll find your love.

Says Kabir, listen O wise one,
the drum that beats within your self,
you'll find your Love.
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Shabad (Poem)-19

'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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Shabad (Poem)-18

'Mor heeraa hiraigayaa kachre men'

The diamond has been lost in the garbage.

Some search for it in the east,
some in the west,
some in water and some among stones.

Led astray by the five senses, their habits
and impulses, men are entangled in tensions;
even the gods and sages and renunciates,
are just enmeshed in their tantrums.

But, says Kabir, he has come
to realise his diamond's true cost;
he has hidden it in his heart's mantle,
And from there it won't be lost.
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Shabad (Poem)-17

'Man laago mero yaar fakiri men'

Friend, my heart now rejoices in renunciation.
The bliss I've attained chanting the Lord's Name,
Through riches it can never be gained.

I go on with my poor living, not minding
What the people say - in praise or denunciation.

My dwelling is in the city of His love,
I seek solace in patient suffering.
A staff and a bowl in my hands, I roam around
I have my fiefdom in every direction.

O friend, in dust this life has to end,
Then why with pride you are puffed?
Says Kabir, listen, O wise one,
The Lord is met in contentment.
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Shabad (Poem)-16

'Kuchha lenaa na denaa, magan rahnaa'

O friend, be detached and happy within.
The river is deep and the boat quite old,
Let the boatman guide you through thick and thin.

Of five elements is this cage,
In which is the soul-bird singing;
Open your eyes and see it clear -
Your Love within yourself is dwelling.

Says Kabir, listen, O wise one,
Cling on to Guru's feet,
If you want to meet Him within.
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