„This body makes no sound when it breaks.
The millstone of life goes on moving, Kabir weeps
Between the layers of truth and untruth, no one is spared
The millstone of life goes on moving, Kabir observes
He who holds the anchor of His name, will always remain unhurt!
Dont leave me now, O Breath, I am a wanderer!
Still have to travel faraway lands
Oh the one who is asleep, awake!
Our Master has made this body like a palace,
And He played the instrument of breath within!
Our Master has made this body like a garden,
And how He' s filled it with a bowl of flowers!
Says Kabir he who follows the truth
Will attain the kingdom of immortality!“