O Sants, in life cherish the hope of Him

O Sants, in life cherish the hope of Him.

In life be wise, in life be heedful: in life abide in the house of salvation.
If living you did not cut the noose of Karma, what hope of release is there in death?

Abandoning the body, the soul, say they, will find him: all such promises are false.
Find now, and you will find hereafter: else your home will be Death's city.

Further, further astray the covetous mind goes searching — the prospect of yet another birth is never done away.
Kabir says, Hear, O brother Sadhus: The Lord himself stands close by all.
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