A good association creates happiness and an evil one creates misery. One should always be amidst good people.
My Master, your mastery is there in all beings. In the same way as redness is there in Henna.
God sees truth. God likes truth. One may grow long hair or may shave all hair.
A wood says to a blacksmith that today for the sake of your livelihood you are burning me. One day I will burn you on pyre.
One should care for the gem of knowledge. The mundane existence is worthless. Kabir has turned his back on the world as the world is livid.
Kabir is not asking God for material wealth. He is asking favor of having a good person in his sight forever.
Those who are driven by greed lose their status of disciple and preceptor. Both of them sink midstream as they boarded a boat of stone.
Those who don’t find a good preceptor ever gain an incomplete knowledge. They wear robes of a recluse and beg door to door.
This body is a bag of poison. The preceptor is a mine of nectar. If you get a preceptor by sacrificing your head, that should be a cheap deal.
If one forgets God and remembers something else, he is like a son of a prostitute who doesn’t know who his father is.
Now what should I do. If I weep my energy level goes down. If I laugh Ram doesn’t like that. This dilemma eats my heart like a wood-eater ant.
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