871 : 559
Even then, his hardened mind was not satisfied.

871 : 560
Says Kabeer, such is my Lord and Master.

871 : 561
The soul of His humble servant dwells in the fourth state. ||4||1||4||

871 : 562
GOND:

871 : 563
It is not human, and it is not a god.

871 : 564
It is not called celibate, or a worshipper of Shiva.

871 : 565
It is not a Yogi, and it is not a hermit.

871 : 566
It is not a mother, or anyone's son. ||1||

871 : 567
Then what is it, which dwells in this temple of the body?

871 : 568
No one can find its limits. ||1||Pause||

871 : 569
It is not a house-holder, and it is not a renouncer of the world.

871 : 570
It is not a king, and it is not a beggar.

871 : 571
It has no body, no drop of blood.

871 : 572
It is not a Brahmin, and it is not a Kh'shaatriya. ||2||

871 : 573
It is not called a man of austere self-discipline, or a Shaykh.

871 : 574
It does not live, and it is not seen to die.

871 : 575
If someone cries over its death,

871 : 576
that person loses his honor. ||3||

871 : 577
By Guru's Grace, I have found the Path.

871 : 578
Birth and death have both been erased.

871 : 579
Says Kabeer, this is formed of the same essence as the Lord.

871 : 580
It is like the ink on the paper which cannot be erased. ||4||2||5||

871 : 581
GOND:

871 : 582
The threads are broken, and the starch has run out.

871 : 583
Bare reeds glisten at the front door.

871 : 584
The poor brushes are scattered in pieces.

871 : 585
Death has entered this shaven head. ||1||

871 : 586
This shaven-headed mendicant has wasted all his wealth.

871 : 587
All this coming and going has irritated him. ||1||Pause||

871 : 588
He has given up all talk of his weaving equipment.

871 : 589
His mind is attuned to the Lord's Name.

871 : 590
His daughters and sons have nothing to eat,

871 : 591
while the shaven-headed mendicants night and day eat their fill. ||2||

871 : 592
One or two are in the house, and one or two more are on the way.

871 : 593
We sleep on the floor, while they sleep in the beds.

871 : 594
They rub their bare heads, and carry prayer-books in their waist-bands.

871 : 595
We get dry grains, while they get loaves of bread. ||3||

871 : 596
He will become one of these shaven-headed mendicants.

871 : 597
They are the support of the drowning.

871 : 598
Listen, O blind and unguided Loi:

871 : 599
Kabeer has taken shelter with these shaven-headed mendicants. ||4||3||6||

871 : 600
GOND:

871 : 601
When her husband dies, the woman does not cry.

871 : 602
Someone else becomes her protector.

871 : 603
When this protector dies,

871 : 604
he falls into the world of hell hereafter, for the sexual pleasures he enjoyed in this world. ||1||

871 : 605
The world loves only the one bride, Maya.

871 : 606
She is the wife of all beings and creatures. ||1||Pause||

871 : 607
With her necklace around her neck, this bride looks beautiful.

871 : 608
She is poison to the Saint, but the world is delighted with her.

871 : 609
Adorning herself, she sits like a prostitute.

871 : 610
Cursed by the Saints, she wanders around like a wretch. ||2||

871 : 611
She runs around, chasing after the Saints.

871 : 612
She is afraid of being beaten by those blessed with the Guru's Grace.

871 : 613
She is the body, the breath of life, of the faithless cynics.

871 : 614
She appears to me like a blood-thirsty witch. ||3||

871 : 615
I know her secrets well

871 : 616
- in His Mercy, the Divine Guru met me.

871 : 617
Says Kabeer, now I have thrown her out.

871 : 618
She clings to the skirt of the world. ||4||4||7||