"MARMI HOY TO JANE SADHO, AISA DESH HAMARA RE.
VED PURAN PAR NA PAWEN, KAHAN SUNAN SE NYARA RE.
JATI VARNA KUCHH KRIYA NAHIN, SANDHYA NA NEM VICHARA RE.
JAL BIN BOONDA PARE JAHAN BHARI, NAHIN MEETHA NAHIN KHARA RE.
SUNNA MAHAL MEIN NOUBAT BAJE, KINKAR BEEN SITARA RE.
BIN BADAL JAHAN CHAMAK CHANDANI, BIN SUR SHABDA UCHARA RE.
KAHAT KABIR SUNO BHAI SADHO, AISA DESH HAMARA RE."
The meditator knows his real home. The scriptures cannot get to it and it is also beyond any talking and listening. To reach this house, one does not need to do anything in particular pertaining to his caste and creed, neither is there any ritual or any rule for this path. When one travels on this true path, he gets to taste the nectar which does not contain water, but its heavy droplet is neither sweet nor saline. A devotee listens to the celestial music in the void of the inner palace. Where there is neither cloud nor sound, Divine Light flashes. Says Kabir, listen brothers, such is our true home.
