But seeing all the wise men caught by Death, I arose and left the Pandits; now I am free of this desire. ||1||

O mind, you have not completed the only task you were given;

you have not meditated on the Lord, your King. ||1||Pause||

Going to the forests, they practice Yoga and deep, austere meditation; they live on roots and the fruits they gather.

The musicians, the Vedic scholars, the chanters of one word and the men of silence, all are listed on the Register of Death. ||2||

Loving devotional worship does not enter into your heart; pampering and adorning your body, you must still give it up.

You sit and play music, but you are still a hypocrite; what do you expect to receive from the Lord? ||3||

Death has fallen on the whole world; the doubting religious scholars are also listed on the Register of Death.

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Says Kabeer, those humble people become pure - they become Khalsa - who know the Lord's loving devotional worship. ||4||3||

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With both of my eyes, I look around;

I don't see anything except the Lord.

My eyes gaze lovingly upon Him,

and now, I cannot speak of anything else. ||1||

My doubts were removed, and my fear ran away,

when my consciousness became attached to the Lord's Name. ||1||Pause||

When the magician beats his tambourine,

everyone comes to see the show.

When the magician winds up his show,

then he enjoys its play all alone. ||2||

By preaching sermons, one's doubt is not dispelled.

Everyone is tired of preaching and teaching.

The Lord causes the Gurmukh to understand;

his heart remains permeated with the Lord. ||3||

When the Guru grants even a bit of His Grace,

one's body, mind and entire being are absorbed into the Lord.

Says Kabeer, I am imbued with the Lord's Love;

I have met with the Life of the world, the Great Giver. ||4||4||

Let the sacred scriptures be your milk and cream,

and the ocean of the mind the churning vat.

Be the butter-churner of the Lord,

and your buttermilk shall not be wasted. ||1||

O soul-bride slave, why don't you take the Lord as your Husband?

He is the Life of the world, the Support of the breath of life. ||1||Pause||

The chain is around your neck, and the cuffs are on your feet.

The Lord has sent you wandering around from house to house.

And still, you do not meditate on the Lord, O soul-bride, slave.

Death is watching you, O wretched woman. ||2||

The Lord God is the Cause of causes.

What is in the hands of the poor soul-bride, the slave?

She awakens from her slumber,

and she becomes attached to whatever the Lord attaches her. ||3||

O soul-bride, slave, where did you obtain that wisdom,