Nothing abides in this alien land.
This world is like a papery wrap
that dissolves in drops of water.
It is like a hedge full of thorns
wherein one dies, if entangled.
It is indeed all bush and thickets
that quickly burn when caught in fire.
Says Kabir, listen O wise one,
only in the teachings of the True Guru
is to be found an abiding abode.
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