O Sat Guru, make keen my understanding

O Sat Guru, make keen my understanding.
When I would dwell at home, I am not suffered there: those of my own house cast me forth.
If I go forth, that witch fastens upon me: she hears and at once would slay my soul.
Make it so keen O my Master, that wherever I strike, it may spear through and through.
On Dharm Das show mercy, O Lord Kabir, Destroyer of all ills.
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