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Appendix 5 bati sula tel nikhfi.!ii
The wick is dry, the oil runs out, The drum is silent, the dancer sleeps, The fire burnt out, no smoke ensues. He is immonal, no other the vigil keeps. The string has snapped, the lute is mute, The player plays not, bis an is gone. It is all sermons, speeches, talk and idle gossip. When knowledge comes, he forgets his song. 0 Kabir, he who has conquered the five sins, (Lust, anger, greed, attachment and the ego) To reach the highest seat, he bas not fa:r to go. (Asa) ham ghar sii.l tandi nit liina kanµi jamu t u ~
Know you who wears the sacred thread That its yarn is spun in my house? You but recite the Vedas and the Caitri, While in my heart is His prayer said. On my lips is the name of God In my eyes shines His light In my heart He has H'1S abode. What about you, 0 Brahmin, When death comes what will be your plight.?
We are as a herd of cattle And you our Shepherd from age to age If you lead us not to pastures new What sort of husbandman are you? You are a Brahmin and a humble weaver I Yet how did I this wisdom find? You seek favours of the princes On the Lord have I fixed my mind. (Asa) Kabir mukt dviirii .saAftra
Kahl, the door of sal\lation is strait Narrower than the tenth of the mustard seed. A man's ego is the size of an elephant
Appendix 5 bati sula tel nikhfi.!ii
The wick is dry, the oil runs out, The drum is silent, the dancer sleeps, The fire burnt out, no smoke ensues. He is immonal, no other the vigil keeps. The string has snapped, the lute is mute, The player plays not, bis an is gone. It is all sermons, speeches, talk and idle gossip. When knowledge comes, he forgets his song. 0 Kabir, he who has conquered the five sins, (Lust, anger, greed, attachment and the ego) To reach the highest seat, he bas not fa:r to go. (Asa) ham ghar sii.l tandi nit liina kanµi jamu t u ~
Know you who wears the sacred thread That its yarn is spun in my house? You but recite the Vedas and the Caitri, While in my heart is His prayer said. On my lips is the name of God In my eyes shines His light In my heart He has H'1S abode. What about you, 0 Brahmin, When death comes what will be your plight.?
We are as a herd of cattle And you our Shepherd from age to age If you lead us not to pastures new What sort of husbandman are you? You are a Brahmin and a humble weaver I Yet how did I this wisdom find? You seek favours of the princes On the Lord have I fixed my mind. (Asa) Kabir mukt dviirii .saAftra
Kahl, the door of sal\lation is strait Narrower than the tenth of the mustard seed. A man's ego is the size of an elephant
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