On a cot made of sandalwood, the bride lay.
Get up, dear friend, adorn the parting
of my hair! The bridegroom is upset with me.
Along came King Death, climbed up on the bed.
Tears broke from eyes.
Four people got together, lifted the cot-
Smoke, smoke in all directions.
Kabir says, listen seekers, friends,
all ties to the world
have dropped away.
translated by Linda Hess
tha par dulhin suthal houtho sakhiri mang savaro
dulha mose ruthal hoaaye jamraja palang chadi baitha,
nayanan asunva asunva thutal hochaar jane mil khat uthayin
chahun disi ghaon ghaon uthal ho
kehat kabira suno bhai sadho
jag se natha tutal ho