Kabeer, the pool is filled to overflowing, but no one can drink the water from it.

By great good fortune, you have found it; drink it in handfuls, O Kabeer. ||170||

Kabeer, just as the stars disappear at dawn, so shall this body disappear.

Only the letters of God's Name do not disappear; Kabeer holds these tight. ||171||

Kabeer, the wooden house is burning on all sides.

The Pandits, the religious scholars, have been burnt to death, while the illiterate ones run to safety. ||172||

Kabeer, give up your skepticism; let your papers float away.

Find the essence of the letters of the alphabet, and focus your consciousness on the Lord. ||173||

Kabeer, the Saint does not forsake his Saintly nature, even though he meets with millions of evil-doers.

Even when sandalwood is surrounded by snakes, it does not give up its cooling fragrance. ||174||

Kabeer, my mind is cooled and soothed; I have become God-conscious.

The fire which has burnt the world is like water to the Lord's humble servant. ||175||

Kabeer, no one knows the Play of the Creator Lord.

Only the Lord Himself and the slaves at His Court understand it. ||176||

Kabeer, it is good that I feel the Fear of God; I have forgotten everything else.

Section 40 - Shaloks Of Devotee Kabeer Jee - Part 011

The hail-stone has melted into water, and flowed into the ocean. ||177||

Kabeer, the body is a pile of dust, collected and packed together.

It is a show which lasts for only a few days, and then dust returns to dust. ||178||

Kabeer, bodies are like the rising and setting of the sun and the moon.

Without meeting the Guru, the Lord of the Universe, they are all reduced to dust again. ||179||

Where the Fearless Lord is, there is no fear; where there is fear, the Lord is not there.

Kabeer speaks after careful consideration; hear this, O Saints, in your minds. ||180||

Kabeer, those who do not know anything, pass their lives in peaceful sleep.

But I have understood the riddle; I am faced with all sorts of troubles. ||181||

Kabeer, those who are beaten cry a lot; but the cries of the pain of separation are different.

Struck by the Mystery of God, Kabeer remains silent. ||182||

Kabeer, the stroke of a lance is easy to bear; it takes away the breath.

But one who endures the stroke of the Word of the Shabad is the Guru, and I am his slave. ||183||

Kabeer: O Mullah, why do you climb to the top of the minaret? The Lord is not hard of hearing.

Look within your own heart for the One, for whose sake you shout your prayers. ||184||

Why does the Shaykh bother to go on pilgrimage to Mecca, if he is not content with himself?

Kabeer, one whose heart is not healthy and whole - how can he attain his Lord? ||185||