Do you see through eyes sealed tight?
Do you know the heart's true plight?
Here, friends of coin abound,
Your heart will break, be torn down.
You fail to grasp, you see,
How love is sold so easily.
This life, a riddle, none can solve,
This life, a riddle, none can revolve.
This life, a mystic's maze,
What seek you in these colorless days?
Each face, a veiled deceit,
The old illusion, bittersweet.
What is yours, tomorrow,
Belongs to another, my brother.
You fail to see, you see,
How love is sold so freely.
This life, a riddle, none can solve,
This life, a riddle, none can revolve.
This life, a mystic's maze.
A madman's throng, a frantic crowd,
All beggars of the heart, aloud.
Here, masters of the coin hold sway,
Do you not see, O Kabir, the way?
Beggars of the heart,
They are, these beggars of the heart.
Masters of coin are they.
Do you not see, O Kabir, the way?
This life, a riddle, none can solve,
This life, a riddle, none can revolve.
This life, a mystic's maze.
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