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    #1961

    कबीर मन तीषा किया, बिरह लाइ परषांन। चित चरणूं मैं चभि रह्या, तहां नहीं काल का पाण।।१९६१।।

    Kabir made his mind a razor, troubled by the pain of separation. His heart remained fixed on the feet, where time’s hand does not reach.

    #1963

    दाता तरवर दया फल, उपगारी जीवंत। पंषा चले दिसावरां, विरषा सुफल फलंत।।१९६३।।

    The tree of the giver bears fruit of compassion, which is beneficial to the living. The birds go to different directions, and the rain produces fruitful results.

    #1972

    माया मिले महोबंती, कूड़े आखे बैन। कोई घायल बेध्‍या ना मिलै, साई हंदा सैण।।१९७२।।

    Maya (illusion) gives great pleasure, but it is like the sound of trash. No healer or savior is found to cure the wounded, only the blind and helpless ones.