Translation (Source)
Brother, The storm of wisdom has hit us.
The screens of pretense are blown away, The ropes of maya have snapped.
The ridgepole of delusion is broken, The poles of two-mindedness have collapsed.
Smashing them to bits, The roof of desire has fallen On the vessels of wickedness.
After the storm, A drizzling rain, soaking me through and through.
Seeing that dawn, says Kabir, My mind lit up.
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