हरि बिनु कउनु सहाई मन का ॥मात पिता भाई सुत बनिता हितु लागो सभ फन का ॥ १ ॥रहाउ ॥*hari binu kaunu sahāī mana kā ॥**māta pitā bhāī suta banitā hitu lāgō sabha phana kā ॥ 1 ॥rahāu ॥*आगे कउ किछु तुलहा बांधहु किआ भरवासा धन का ॥कहा बिसासा इस भांडे का इतनकु लागै ठनका ॥ १ ॥*āgē kau kichu tulahā bāṁdhahu kiā bharavāsā dhana kā ॥**kahā bisāsā isa bhāṁḍē kā itanaku lāgai ṭhanakā ॥ 1 ॥*सगल धरम पुंन फल पावहु धूरि बांछहु सभ जन का ॥कहै कबीरु सुनहु रे संतहु इहु मनु उडन पंखेरू बन का ॥ २ ॥ १ ॥ ९ ॥*sagala dharama puṁna phala pāvahu dhūri bāṁchahu sabha jana kā ॥**kahai kabīru sunahu rē saṁtahu ihu manu uḍana paṁkhērū bana kā ॥ 2 ॥ 1 ॥ 9 ॥*
In plain words
Who helps the mind, if not Hari? Mother, father, brother, son, wife: the love of them all is the love of a serpent's hood. *(refrain)* Tie yourself some raft for what lies ahead; what trust can you put in wealth? What faith can you put in this pot? One small knock and it cracks. Take the fruit of every dharam and every act of merit: long for the dust of all his servants. Says Kabīr, listen, saints: this mind is a bird of the woods, up and gone.