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O mad-man, no one will keep you, for even a moment. Meditate on the Name of that Lord. ||1||Pause||
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Tell me, whose mother is that, whose father is that, and which man has a wife? When the pitcher of the body breaks, no one cares for you at all. Everyone says, "Take him away, take him away!"||2||
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Sitting on the threshold, his mother cries, and his brothers take away the coffin. Taking down her hair, his wife cries out in sorrow, and the swan-soul departs all alone. ||3||
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Says Kabeer, listen, O Saints, about the terrifying world-ocean. This human suffers torture and the Messenger of Death will not leave him alone, O Lord of the World. ||4||9||
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Du-Tukas One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru: Aasaa Of Kabeer Jee, Chau-Padas, Ik-Tukas: Sanak and Sanand, the sons of Brahma, could not find the Lord's limits. Brahma wasted his life away, continually reading the Vedas. ||1||
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Churn the churn of the Lord, O my Siblings of Destiny. Churn it steadily, so that the essence, the butter, may not be lost. ||1||Pause||
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Says Kabeer, if the Lord, our King casts His Glance of Grace, one is carried across to the other side, holding fast to the Lord's Name. ||4||1||10||
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Aasaa: The wick has dried up, and the oil is exhausted. The drum does not sound, and the actor has gone to sleep. ||1||
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The fire has gone out, and no smoke is produced. The One Lord is pervading and permeating everywhere; there is no other second. ||1||Pause||
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The string has broken, and the guitar makes no sound. He mistakenly ruins his own affairs. ||2||
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Says Kabeer, the state of supreme dignity is never far from those who conquer the five demons of the body passions. ||4||2||11||
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Aasaa: As many mistakes as the son commits, his mother does not hold them against him in her mind. ||1||
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O Lord, I am Your child. Why not destroy my sins? ||1||Pause||
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My mind has fallen into the whirlpool of anxiety. Without the Naam, how can I cross over to the other side? ||3||
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Please, bless my body with pure and lasting understanding, Lord; in peace and poise, Kabeer chants the Praises of the Lord. ||4||3||12||
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Aasaa: My pilgrimage to Mecca is on the banks of the Gomati River; the spiritual teacher in his yellow robes dwells there. ||1||
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Waaho! Waaho! Hail! Hail! How wondrously he sings. The Name of the Lord is pleasing to my mind. ||1||Pause||
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