मुंद्रा मोनि दइआ करि झोली पत्र का करहु बीचारु रे ॥खिंथा इहु तनु सीअउ अपना नामु करउ आधारु रे ॥ १ ॥*muṁdrā mōni daiā kari jhōlī patra kā karahu bīcāru rē ॥**khiṁthā ihu tanu sīau apanā nāmu karau ādhāru rē ॥ 1 ॥*ऐसा जोगु कमावहु जोगी ॥जप तप संजमु गुरमुखि भोगी ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*aisā jōgu kamāvahu jōgī ॥**japa tapa saṁjamu guramukhi bhōgī ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*बुधि बिभूति चढावउ अपुनी सिंगी सुरति मिलाई ॥करि बैरागु फिरउ तनि नगरी मन की किंगुरी बजाई ॥ २ ॥*budhi bibhūti caḍhāvau apunī siṁgī surati milāī ॥**kari bairāgu phirau tani nagarī mana kī kiṁgurī bajāī ॥ 2 ॥*पंच ततु लै हिरदै राखहु रहै निरालम ताड़ी ॥कहतु कबीरु सुनहु रे संतहु धरमु दइआ करि बाड़ी ॥ ३ ॥ ७ ॥*paṁca tatu lai hiradai rākhahu rahai nirālama tāṛī ॥**kahatu kabīru sunahu rē saṁtahu dharamu daiā kari bāṛī ॥ 3 ॥ 7 ॥*
In plain words
Let silence be your earrings and mercy your begging bag; make reflection the bowl you carry. I stitch this body of mine for my patched cloak, and I make the Nām my support. Earn a jōg like this, jōgī. Chanting, austerity, restraint: it is the gurmukh who tastes them. *(refrain)* I rub on my own understanding for ashes, and I have joined awareness to make my horn. I take up bairāg and walk the city of the body, playing the fiddle of the mind. Take the five elements and hold them in the heart, and the *tāṛī* will hold with nothing to prop it. Says Kabīr, listen, saints: plant your garden with dharam and mercy. *tāṛī*, the jōgī's fixed trance.