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  1367 The poor Yogi has played out his game; only ashes remain on his seat. ॥48॥ Kabeer, the fish is in the shallow water; the fisherman has cast his net. You shall not escape this little pool; think about returning to the ocean. ॥49॥ Kabeer, do not leave the ocean, even if it is very salty. If you poke around searching from puddle to puddle, no one will call you smart. ॥50॥ Kabeer, those who have no guru are washed away. No one can help them. Be meek and humble; whatever happens is what the Creator Lord does. ॥51॥ Kabeer, even the dog of a devotee is good, while the mother of the faithless cynic is bad. The dog hears the Praises of the Lord’s Name, while the other is engaged in sin. ॥52॥ Kabeer, the deer is weak, and the pool is lush with green vegetation. Thousands of hunters are chasing after the soul; how long can it escape death? ॥53॥ Kabeer, some make their homes on the banks of the Ganges, and drink pure water. Without devotional worship of the Lord, they are not liberated. Kabeer proclaims this. ॥54॥ Kabeer, my mind has become immaculate, like the waters of the Ganges. The Lord follows after me, calling, “Kabeer! Kabeer!”॥55॥ Kabeer, tumeric is yelow, and lime is white. You shall meet the Beloved Lord, only when both colors are lost. ॥56॥ Kabeer, tumeric has lost its yellow color, and no trace of lime’s whiteness remains. 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॥