Man is sure to die
But always thinks
Of riches and wealth
And forgets old age and death.
You are vicious, O man!
You blossom like a lotus flower
Seeing your family in happiness
But get envious of others
Seeing them in happiness.
When the messengers of death come
You will not be here for a second.
-Kabir
Translated from Shri Guru Granth Sahib in Punjabi
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