SHALOKS OF DEVOTEE KABEER JEE
Kabeer, I was drowning, but the waves of virtue saved me in an instant. When I saw that my boat was rotten, then I immediately got out. ||67|| Kabeer, the sinner does not like devotion to the Lord; he does not appreciate worship. The fly abandons the sandalwood tree, and goes after the rotten smell. ||68|| Kabeer, the physician is dead, and the patient is dead; the whole world is dead. Only Kabeer is not dead; there is no one to mourn for him. ||69|| Kabeer, I have not meditated on the Lord; such is the bad habit I have developed. The body is a wooden pot; it cannot be put back on the fire. ||70|| Kabeer, it came to pass, that I did whatever I pleased. Why should I be afraid of death? I have invited death for myself. ||71|| Kabeer, the mortals suck at the sugar cane, for the sake of the sweet juice. They should work just as hard for virtue. The person who lacks virtue — no one calls him good. ||72|| Kabeer, the pitcher is full of water; it will break, today or tomorrow. Those who do not remember their Guru, shall be plundered on the way. ||73|| Kabeer, I am the Lord’s dog; Moti is my name. There is a chain around my neck; wherever I am pulled, I go. ||74|| Kabeer, why do you show other people your rosary beads? You do not remember the Lord in your heart, so what use is this rosary to you? ||75|| Kabeer, the snake of separation from the Lord abides within my mind; it does not respond to any mantra. One who is separated from the Lord does not live; if he does live, he goes insane. ||76|| Kabeer, the philosopher’s stone and sandalwood oil have the same good quality. Whatever comes into contact with them is uplifted. Iron is transformed into gold, and ordinary wood becomes fragrant. ||77|| Kabeer, Death’s club is terrible; it cannot be endured. I have met with the holy man; he has attached me to the hem of his robe. ||78|| Kabeer, the physician says that he alone is good, and all the medicine is under his control. But these things belong to the Lord; He takes them away whenever He wishes. ||79|| Kabeer, take your drum and beat it for ten days. Life is like people meeting on a boat on a river; they shall not meet again. ||80|| Kabeer, if I could change the seven seas into ink and make all the vegetation my pen, and the earth my paper, even then, I could not write the Praises of the Lord. ||81|| Kabeer, what can my lowly status as a weaver do to me? The Lord dwells in my heart. Kabeer, the Lord hugs me close in His Embrace; I have forsaken all my entanglements. ||82|| Kabeer, will anyone set fire to his home and kill his five sons (the five thieves) to remain lovingly attached to the Lord? ||83||