(maati kahe kumhaar ko tu kyaa runde mohe
ek din aisaa hoyegaa mai rundungi tohe)-2

(aaye hai so jaaenge raajaa rak faqir)-2
ek sighaasan chadhi chale ek bandhe jajir

durbal ko na sataaiye jaaki moti haay
binaa jibh ke swaas sau lauh bhasm ho_i jaay

chalati chaaki dekhake diyaa kabiraa roy
do paatan ke bich me (baaki bachaa na koy)-2

dukh me sumiran sab kare sukh me kare na koy
jo sukh me sumiran kare to dukh kaahe hoy

(pattaa tutaa daal se le ga_i pawan udaay)-2
abake bichhade kab milege dur padege jaay

kabir aap thagaa_iye aur na thagiye koy
aap thage sukh upaje (aur thage dukh hoy)-2

maati kahe kumhaar ko tu kyaa runde mohe
ek din aisaa aaegaa (mai rundungi tohe)-2

The clay speaks to the potter, "Why do you trample me so?"
"A day will come," it whispers, "when I shall trample you, you know."

All who arrive must depart, king, beggar, or sage,
One ascends the throne, another bound in life's cage.

Do not torment the weak, whose sighs are a burning pyre,
A silent breath can consume even iron with fire.

Watching the grinding mill, Kabir wept with a sigh,
Between the two stones, nothing remains to fly.

In sorrow, all remember, in joy, none truly pray,
If in joy we remembered, sorrow would fade away.

A leaf falls from the branch, the wind carries it afar,
Separated now, when shall we meet, beneath what distant star?

Kabir, let yourself be deceived, but deceive no other soul,
Deceiving yourself brings peace, deceiving others takes its toll.

The clay speaks to the potter, "Why do you trample me so?"
"A day will come," it whispers, "when I shall trample you, you know."