I am a sacrifice to this love, by which social class and status, color and ancestry are taken away. ||57||

Kabeer, the door of liberation is very narrow, less than the width of a mustard seed.

Your mind is larger than an elephant; how will it pass through? ||58||

Kabeer, if I meet such a True Guru, who mercifully blesses me with the gift,

then the door of liberation will open wide for me, and I will easily pass through. ||59||

Kabeer, I have no hut or hovel, no house or village.

I hope that the Lord will not ask who I am. I have no social status or name. ||60||

Kabeer, I long to die; let me die at the Lord's Door.

I hope that the Lord does not ask, "Who is this, lying at my door?"||61||

Kabeer, I have not done anything; I shall not do anything; my body cannot do anything.

I do not know what the Lord has done, but the call has gone out: "Kabeer, Kabeer."||62||

Kabeer, if someone utters the Name of the Lord even in dreams,

I would make my skin into shoes for his feet. ||63||

Kabeer, we are puppets of clay, but we take the name of mankind.

We are guests here for only a few days, but we take up so much space. ||64||

Kabeer, I have made myself into henna, and I grind myself into powder.

But You, O my Husband Lord, have not asked about me; You have never applied me to Your Feet. ||65||

Kabeer, that door, through which people never stop coming and going

- how can I leave such a door as that? ||66||

Kabeer, I was drowning, but the waves of virtue saved me in an instant.

Section 40 - Shaloks Of Devotee Kabeer Jee - Part 005

When I saw that my boat was rotten, then I immediately got out. ||67||

Kabeer, the sinner does not like devotion to the Lord; he does not appreciate worship.

The fly abandons the sandalwood tree, and goes after the rotten smell. ||68||

Kabeer, the physician is dead, and the patient is dead; the whole world is dead.

Only Kabeer is not dead; there is no one to mourn for him. ||69||

Kabeer, I have not meditated on the Lord; such is the bad habit I have developed.

The body is a wooden pot; it cannot be put back on the fire. ||70||

Kabeer, it came to pass, that I did whatever I pleased.

Why should I be afraid of death? I have invited death for myself. ||71||

Kabeer, the mortals suck at the sugar cane, for the sake of the sweet juice. They should work just as hard for virtue.

The person who lacks virtue - no one calls him good. ||72||

Kabeer, the pitcher is full of water; it will break, today or tomorrow.

Those who do not remember their Guru, shall be plundered on the way. ||73||

Kabeer, I am the Lord's dog; Moti is my name.

There is a chain around my neck; wherever I am pulled, I go. ||74||

Kabeer, why do you show other people your rosary beads?