Poem 16

bisaryo hari namwa, kown magruri

Through what pride have you forgotten God’s name?
There is no cost to you – not even a cowrie!
It does not take away your wealth
That you have stashed away!
You have become lost as you peer
At your decorated jewels and utensils,
And your heap of belonglings.
You are enamoured by your beautiful skin.
Realize that your wealth of animals,
Vehicles and dwellings will be left behind.
Kabir says, “Dear brothers, heed my words.
One day the messenger of death will get you.”