Sant Kabir
Twelve years pass in childhood, and for another twenty years, he does not practice self-discipline and austerity.
For another thirty years, he does not worship God in any way, and then, when he is old, he repents and regrets.
His life wastes away as he cries out, "Mine, mine!"
The pool of his power has dried up.
He makes a dam around the dried-up pool, and with his hands, he makes a fence around the harvested field.
When the thief of Death comes, he quickly carries away what the fool had tried to preserve as his own.
His feet and head and hands begin to tremble, and the tears flow copiously from his eyes.
His tongue has not spoken the correct words, but now, he hopes to practice religion!
If the Dear Lord shows His Mercy, one enshrines love for Him, and obtains the Divine Lord's Name "Hari".
By Guru's Grace, he receives the wealth of the Lord's Name "Hari", which alone shall go with him, when he departs in the end.
Says Kabeer, listen, O Saints - he shall not take any other wealth with him.
Chant the Mahamantra Nama kirtan :
Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
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