In my past life, I was Your servant; now, I cannot leave You.
The celestial sound current resounds at Your Door. Your insignia is stamped upon my forehead. ||2||
Those who are branded with Your brand fight bravely in battle; those without Your brand run away.
One who becomes a Holy person, appreciates the value of devotional worship to the Lord. The Lord places him in His treasury. ||3||
In the fortress is the chamber; by contemplative meditation it becomes the supreme chamber.
The Guru has blessed Kabeer with the commodity, saying, "Take this commodity; cherish it and keep it secure." ||4||
Kabeer gives it to the world, but he alone receives it, upon whose forehead such destiny is recorded.
Permanent is the marriage, of one who receives this ambrosial essence. ||5||4||
O Brahmin, how can you forget the One, from whose mouth the Vedas and the Gayitri prayer issured forth?
The whole world falls at His feet; why don't you chant the Name of that Lord, O Pandit? ||1||
Why, O my Brahmin, do you not chant the Lord's Name?
If you don't chant the Lord's Name, O Pandit, you will only suffer in hell. ||1||Pause||
You think that you are high, but you take food from the houses of the lowly; you fill up your belly by forcibly practicing your rituals.
On the fourteenth day, and the night of the new moon, you go out begging; even though you hold the lamp in your hands, still, you fall into the pit. ||2||
You are a Brahmin, and I am only a weaver from Benares. How can I compare to you?
Chanting the Lord's Name, I have been saved; relying on the Vedas, O Brahmin, you shall drown and die. ||3||5||
There is a single tree, with countless branches and twigs; its flowers and leaves are filled with its juice.
This world is a garden of Ambrosial Nectar. The Perfect Lord created it. ||1||
I have come to know the story of my Sovereign Lord.
How rare is that Gurmukh who knows, and whose inner being is illumined by the Lord's Light. ||1||Pause||
The bumble bee, addicted to the nectar of the twelve-petalled flowers, enshrines it in the heart.
He holds his breath suspended in the sixteen-petalled sky of the Akaashic Ethers, and beats his wings in esctasy. ||2||
In the profound void of intuitive Samaadhi, the one tree rises up; it soaks up the water of desire from the ground.
Says Kabeer, I am the servant of those who have seen this celestial tree. ||3||6||
Make silence your ear-rings, and compassion your wallet; let meditation be your begging bowl.
Sew this body as your patched coat, and take the Lord's Name as your support. ||1||
Practice such Yoga, O Yogi.
As Gurmukh, enjoy meditation, austerities and self-discipline. ||1||Pause||
Apply the ashes of wisdom to your body; let your horn be your focused consciousness.
Become detached, and wander through the city of your body; play the harp of your mind. ||2||
Enshrine the five tatvas - the five elements, within your heart; let your deep meditative trance be undisturbed.
Says Kabeer, listen, O Saints: make righteousness and compassion your garden. ||3||7||
For what purpose were you created and brought into the world? What rewards have you received in this life?
God is the boat to carry you across the terrifying world-ocean; He is the Fulfiller of the mind's desires. You have not centered your mind on Him, even for an instant. ||1||
This meditative remembrance is obtained from the True Guru. ||6||
Forever and ever, remember Him, day and night,
While awake and asleep, enjoy the essence of this meditative remembrance.