XXXIX
I. 59. sadho, yah tan thath tanvure ka
sadho, yah tan thath tanvure ka
ainchat taar marorat khoontee, niksat raag hajoore ka
toote taar bhikharge khoontee, ho gayaa dhooram-dhoore kaa
kahyen kabir suno bhaai saadho, agam panth kaayee soore kaa
O friend! this body is His lyre;
He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of Brahma.
If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this instrument of dust return:
Kabir says: "None but Brahma can evoke its melodies."