Source (Verse 179)
Translation (Source)
O pundit, your hairsplitting’s So much bullshit.
I’m surprised You still get away with it.
If parroting the name Of Rama brought salvation, Then saying sugarcane Should sweeten the mouth, Saying fire burn the feet, Saying water slake thirst,
And saying food Would be as good as a belch.
If saying money made everyone rich, There’d be no beggars in the streets.
My back is turned on the world, You hear me singing of Rama and you smile.
One day, Kabir says, All bundled up, You’ll be delivered to Deathville.
Translation (Source)
O pundit, your hairsplitting’s So much bullshit.
I’m surprised You still get away with it.
If parroting the name Of Rama brought salvation, Then saying sugarcane Should sweeten the mouth, Saying fire burn the feet, Saying water slake thirst,
And saying food Would be as good as a belch.
If saying money made everyone rich, There’d be no beggars in the streets.
My back is turned on the world, You hear me singing of Rama and you smile.
One day, Kabir says, All bundled up, You’ll be delivered to Deathville.
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