having crossed the river,
where will you go, O friend?
there's no road to tread,
no traveller ahead,
neither a beginning, nor an end.
there's no water,
no boat, no boatman, no cord;
no earth is there,
no sky, no time, no bank, no ford.
you have forgotten the Self within,
your search in the void will be in vain;
in a moment the life will ebb,
and you in this body will not remain.
be ever conscious of this, O friend,
you've to immerse within your Self;
Kabir says, salvation you won't then need,
for what you are, you'll be indeed.
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