While the Vedas stand guard watching, the Messenger of Death carries you away. ||1||Pause||

He thinks that the bitter nimm fruit is a mango, and the mango is a bitter nimm. He imagines the ripe banana on the thorny bush.

He thinks that the ripe coconut hangs on the barren simmal tree; what a stupid, idiotic fool he is! ||1||

The Lord is like sugar, spilled onto the sand; the elephant cannot pick it up.

Says Kabeer, give up your ancestry, social status and honor; be like the tiny ant - pick up and eat the sugar. ||2||3||12||

The Word Of Naam Dayv Jee, Raamkalee, First House:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

The boy takes paper, cuts it and makes a kite, and flies it in the sky.

Talking with his friends, he still keeps his attention on the kite string. ||1||

My mind has been pierced by the Name of the Lord,

like the goldsmith, whose attention is held by his work. ||1||Pause||

The young girl in the city takes a pitcher, and fills it with water.

She laughs, and plays, and talks with her friends, but she keeps her attention focused on the pitcher of water. ||2||

The cow is let loose, out of the mansion of the ten gates, to graze in the field.

It grazes up to five miles away, but keeps its attention focused on its calf. ||3||

Says Naam Dayv, listen, O Trilochan: the child is laid down in the cradle.

Its mother is at work, inside and outside, but she holds her child in her thoughts. ||4||1||

There are countless Vedas, Puraanas and Shaastras; I do not sing their songs and hymns.

Section 22 - Raag Raamkalee - Part 098

In the imperishable realm of the Formless Lord, I play the flute of the unstruck sound current. ||1||

Becoming detached, I sing the Lord's Praises.

Imbued with the unattached, unstruck Word of the Shabad, I shall go to the home of the Lord, who has no ancestors. ||1||Pause||

Then, I shall no longer control the breath through the energy channels of the Ida, Pingala and Shushmanaa.

I look upon both the moon and the sun as the same, and I shall merge in the Light of God. ||2||

I do not go to see sacred shrines of pilgrimage, or bathe in their waters; I do not bother any beings or creatures.

The Guru has shown me the sixty-eight places of pilgrimage within my own heart, where I now take my cleansing bath. ||3||

I do not pay attention to anyone praising me, or calling me good and nice.

Says Naam Dayv, my consciousness is imbued with the Lord; I am absorbed in the profound state of Samaadhi. ||4||2||

When there was no mother and no father, no karma and no human body,

when I was not and you were not, then who came from where? ||1||

O Lord, no one belongs to anyone else.

We are like birds perched on a tree. ||1||Pause||