In anguish everyone prays to Him, in
joy does none
To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come
To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come
When you were born in
this world Everyone laughed while you cried Conduct NOT yourself in
manner such That they laugh when you are gone
Kabir's mind got cleansed like the
holy Ganges water Now everyone follows,
saying Kabir Kabir
Guru the washer man, disciple is the
cloth The name of God liken to the soap Wash the mind on foundation
firm To realize the glow of Truth
Alive one sees, alive
one knows Thus crave for salvation when full of life Alive you did
not cut the noose of binding actions Hoping liberation with death !
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