She is poison to the Saint, but the world is delighted with her.

Adorning herself, she sits like a prostitute.

Cursed by the Saints, she wanders around like a wretch. ||2||

She runs around, chasing after the Saints.

She is afraid of being beaten by those blessed with the Guru's Grace.

She is the body, the breath of life, of the faithless cynics.

She appears to me like a blood-thirsty witch. ||3||

I know her secrets well

- in His Mercy, the Divine Guru met me.

Says Kabeer, now I have thrown her out.

She clings to the skirt of the world. ||4||4||7||

Section 21 - Raag Gond - Part 014

GOND:

When someone's household has no glory,

the guests who come there depart still hungry.

Deep within, there is no contentment.

Without his bride, the wealth of Maya, he suffers in pain. ||1||

So praise this bride, which can shake the consciousness of even the most dedicated ascetics and sages. ||1||Pause||

This bride is the daughter of a wretched miser.

Abandoning the Lord's servant, she sleeps with the world.

Standing at the door of the holy man,

she says, "I have come to your sanctuary; now save me!"||2||

This bride is so beautiful.

The bells on her ankles make soft music.

As long as there is the breath of life in the man, she remains attached to him.

But when it is no more, she quickly gets up and departs, bare-footed. ||3||

This bride has conquered the three worlds.

The eighteen Puraanas and the sacred shrines of pilgrimage love her as well.

She pierced the hearts of Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu.

She destroyed the great emperors and kings of the world. ||4||

This bride has no restraint or limits.

She is in collusion with the five thieving passions.

When the clay pot of these five passions bursts,

then, says Kabeer, by Guru's Mercy, one is released. ||5||5||8||

GOND:

As the house will not stand when the supporting beams are removed from within it,

just so, without the Naam, the Name of the Lord, how can anyone be carried across?

Without the pitcher, the water is not contained;

just so, without the Holy Saint, the mortal departs in misery. ||1||

One who does not remember the Lord - let him burn;

his body and mind have remained absorbed in this field of the world. ||1||Pause||

Without a farmer, the land is not planted;

without a thread, how can the beads be strung?

Without a loop, how can the knot be tied?

Just so, without the Holy Saint, the mortal departs in misery. ||2||

Without a mother or father there is no child;

just so, without water, how can the clothes be washed?

Without a horse, how can there be a rider?

Without the Holy Saint, one cannot reach the Court of the Lord. ||3||