Cut up desire, sexuality, anger, pride and envy, and let them be the fermenting bark. ||1||
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Is there any Saint, with intuitive peace and poise deep within, unto whom I might offer my meditation and austerities as payment?
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I dedicate my body and mind to whoever gives me even a drop of this wine from such a vat. ||1||Pause||
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I have made the fourteen worlds the furnace, and I have burnt my body with the fire of God.
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My mudra - my hand-gesture, is the pipe; tuning into the celestial sound current within, the Shushmanaa - the central spinal channel, is my cooling pad. ||2||
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Pilgrimages, fasting, vows, purifications, self-discipline, austerities and breath control through the sun and moon channels - all these I pledge.
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My focused consciousness is the cup, and the Ambrosial Nectar is the pure juice. I drink in the supreme, sublime essence of this juice. ||3||
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The pure stream constantly trickles forth, and my mind is intoxicated by this sublime essence.
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Says Kabeer, all other wines are trivial and tasteless; this is the only true, sublime essence. ||4||1||
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Make spiritual wisdom the molasses, meditation the flowers, and the Fear of God the fire enshrined in your mind.
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The Shushmanaa, the central spinal channel, is intuitively balanced, and the drinker drinks in this wine. ||1||
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O hermit Yogi, my mind is intoxicated.
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When that wine rises up, one tastes the sublime essence of this juice, and sees across the three worlds. ||1||Pause||
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Joining the two channels of the breath, I have lit the furnace, and I drink in the supreme, sublime essence.
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I have burnt both sexual desire and anger, and I have been emancipated from the world. ||2||
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The light of spiritual wisdom enlightens me; meeting with the Guru, the True Guru, I have obtained this understanding.
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Slave Kabeer is intoxicated with that wine, which never wears off. ||3||2||
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You are my Sumayr Mountain, O my Lord and Master; I have grasped Your Support.
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You do not shake, and I do not fall. You have preserved my honor. ||1||
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Now and then, here and there, You, only You.
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By Your Grace, I am forever in peace. ||1||Pause||
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Relying upon You, I can live even in the cursed place of Magahar; You have put out the fire of my body.
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First, I obtained the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan in Magahar; then, I came to dwell at Benares. ||2||
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As is Magahar, so is Benares; I see them as one and the same.
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I am poor, but I have obtained this wealth of the Lord; the proud are bursting with pride, and die. ||3||
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One who takes pride in himself is stuck with thorns; no one can pull them out.
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Here, he cries bitterly, and hereafter, he burns in the most hideous hell. ||4||
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What is hell, and what is heaven? The Saints reject them both.
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I have no obligation to either of them, by the Grace of my Guru. ||5||
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Now, I have mounted to the throne of the Lord; I have met the Lord, the Sustainer of the World.
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The Lord and Kabeer have become one. No one can tell them apart. ||6||3||
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I honor and obey the Saints, and punish the wicked; this is my duty as God's police officer.
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Day and night, I wash Your feet, Lord; I wave my hair as the chauree, to brush away the flies. ||1||
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I am a dog at Your Court, Lord.
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I open my snout and bark before it. ||1||Pause||
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