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Kabeer, the fish is in the shallow water; the fisherman has cast his net. You shall not escape this little pool; think about returning to the ocean. ||49||
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Kabeer, do not leave the ocean, even if it is very salty. If you poke around searching from puddle to puddle, no one will call you smart. ||50||
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Kabeer, those who have no guru are washed away. No one can help them. Be meek and humble; whatever happens is what the Creator Lord does. ||51||
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Kabeer, even the dog of a devotee is good, while the mother of the faithless cynic is bad. The dog hears the Praises of the Lord's Name, while the other is engaged in sin. ||52||
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Kabeer, the deer is weak, and the pool is lush with green vegetation. Thousands of hunters are chasing after the soul; how long can it escape death? ||53||
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Kabeer, some make their homes on the banks of the Ganges, and drink pure water. Without devotional worship of the Lord, they are not liberated. Kabeer proclaims this. ||54||
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Kabeer, my mind has become immaculate, like the waters of the Ganges. The Lord follows after me, calling, "Kabeer! Kabeer!"||55||
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Kabeer, tumeric is yelow, and lime is white. You shall meet the Beloved Lord, only when both colors are lost. ||56||
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Kabeer, tumeric has lost its yellow color, and no trace of lime's whiteness remains. I am a sacrifice to this love, by which social class and status, color and ancestry are taken away. ||57||
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Kabeer, the door of liberation is very narrow, less than the width of a mustard seed. Your mind is larger than an elephant; how will it pass through? ||58||
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Kabeer, if I meet such a True Guru, who mercifully blesses me with the gift, then the door of liberation will open wide for me, and I will easily pass through. ||59||
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Kabeer, I have no hut or hovel, no house or village. I hope that the Lord will not ask who I am. I have no social status or name. ||60||
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Kabeer, I long to die; let me die at the Lord's Door. I hope that the Lord does not ask, "Who is this, lying at my door?"||61||
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Kabeer, I have not done anything; I shall not do anything; my body cannot do anything. I do not know what the Lord has done, but the call has gone out: "Kabeer, Kabeer."||62||
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Kabeer, if someone utters the Name of the Lord even in dreams, I would make my skin into shoes for his feet. ||63||
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Kabeer, we are puppets of clay, but we take the name of mankind. We are guests here for only a few days, but we take up so much space. ||64||
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Kabeer, I have made myself into henna, and I grind myself into powder. But You, O my Husband Lord, have not asked about me; You have never applied me to Your Feet. ||65||
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Kabeer, that door, through which people never stop coming and going - how can I leave such a door as that? ||66||
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