अचरज एकु सुनहु रे पंडीआ अब किछु कहनु न जाई ॥सुरि नर गण गंध्रब जिनि मोहे त्रिभवण मेखुली लाई ॥ १ ॥*acaraja ēku sunahu rē paṁḍīā aba kichu kahanu na jāī ॥**suri nara gaṇa gaṁdhraba jini mōhē tribhavaṇa mēkhulī lāī ॥ 1 ॥*राजा राम अनहद किंगुरी बाजै ॥जा की दिसटि नाद लिव लागै ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*rājā rāma anahada kiṁgurī bājai ॥**jā kī disaṭi nāda liva lāgai ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*भाठी गगनु सिंङिआ अरु चुंङिआ कनक कलस इकु पाइआ ॥तिसु महि धार चुऐ अति निरमल रस महि रसन चुआइआ ॥ २ ॥*bhāṭhī gaganu siṁṅiā aru cuṁṅiā kanaka kalasa iku pāiā ॥**tisu mahi dhāra cuai ati niramala rasa mahi rasana cuāiā ॥ 2 ॥*एक जु बात अनूप बनी है पवन पिआला साजिआ ॥तीनि भवन महि एको जोगी कहहु कवनु है राजा ॥ ३ ॥*ēka ju bāta anūpa banī hai pavana piālā sājiā ॥**tīni bhavana mahi ēkō jōgī kahahu kavanu hai rājā ॥ 3 ॥*ऐसे गिआन प्रगटिआ पुरखोतम कहु कबीर रंगि राता ॥अउर दुनी सभ भरमि भुलानी मनु राम रसाइन माता ॥ ४ ॥ ३ ॥*aisē giāna pragaṭiā purakhōtama kahu kabīra raṁgi rātā ॥**aura dunī sabha bharami bhulānī manu rāma rasāina mātā ॥ 4 ॥ 3 ॥*
In plain words
Hear one wonder, pandit: now there is nothing at all that can be said. He who has bewitched gods and men, gaṇas and gandharvs, has tied his waist cord about the three worlds. Rājā Rām's unstruck lute is playing. At one look from him the mind holds fast to the sound. *(refrain)* The sky is the furnace, the two pipes are set in it, and one golden pot to catch what comes. Into it a stream drips down, perfectly clear, and in that liquor the essence itself has been distilled. One thing has come about beyond compare: the breath has been fashioned into a cup. In the three worlds there is one jōgī only. Tell me then, who is the king? In such a knowing Purakhōtam has shown himself. Says Kabīr, I am dyed in his colour. The rest of the world has gone astray in delusion; my mind is drunk on the elixir of Rām. *bhāṭhī* is the distiller's furnace; *siṅgī* and *cuṅgī* are the pipes of the still.