You let the night slip by in slumber, the day in feasts,
A diamond birth, priceless, lost to fleeting beasts.
You let the night slip by.
Fix your gaze on remembrance, let your lips be still,
Close the outer doors, and the inner doors fulfill.
The mind wanders, yet the mind's turning remains,
The mind's turning remains.
Fold your hands in prayer, fold your hands in prayer,
Turn the beads of the soul's refrain.
You let the night slip by in slumber, the day in feasts,
A diamond birth, priceless, lost to fleeting beasts.
You let the night slip by.
In sorrow, remembrance is sought, in joy, none is found,
If remembrance arose in sorrow, sorrow would not abound.
In joy, remembrance was forsaken, in sorrow, a plea rings,
In sorrow, a plea rings.
Says Kabir, says Ravi Das,
Who hears the cries that spring?
You let the night slip by in slumber, the day in feasts,
A diamond birth, priceless, lost to fleeting beasts.
You let the night slip by.
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