Listening to the melody of Shabd within has been termed by Saints 'singing God's praises'. Kabir urges man to sing the Lord's praises, to listen to the sound of the bagpipe in the highest spiritual region and make his permanent abode there. If the devotee becomes absorbed in the divine melody, if he once drinks the elixir of the Lord's Name, all his thirst for the world's objects and pleasures will disappear.

The world has been created from the region of Omkar — the seat of the negative power — and it continues to exist through the deceit and delusion of mind and maya. Kabir says that realizing the nature of creation, man should accept with equanimity pleasure and pain, prosperity and adversity. All that is happening and all that is going to happen has already been chalked out for man by his previous good and bad karmas; now he is simply playing his allotted part.

Kabir tells man not to run to holy places, nor take up chanting, penances and austerities in order to gain heaven or avoid hell. He says these pursuits are futile — they do not lead to God-realization. The devotee should seek instead the company of Saints and learn from them the practice of Shabd — the way to go to the inner spiritual regions, to develop love for the Lord and to become one with Him.

Sing the praises of the Lord,
O brother, and obtain
The treasure of supreme bliss.

From Omkar the world came into being;
Through deception it continues to be.
Play the unstruck tune of bagpipe,
Make the highest firmament your home
And stay there, happy and carefree.

You have been hoodwinked
By the world's glittering pageantry:
Why cling to life's vain hopes and desires?
Those who drink the elixir of the Lord's Name
Do not suffer the pangs of thirst again.

Even a life of half a moment is worthwhile
If spent in devotion to the Lord;
Wasted is the life of a million eons
Without a trace of love for God.

Be not elated by riches,
Be not shaken by misfortune;
Let joy and sorrow
Be the same to you.
For whatever comes,
Comes by His command.

Crave not the pleasures of paradise,
Fear not the fires of hell,
For whatever is to happen
Has already come to pass;
Torture not your mind
With empty dreams.

What worth is your chanting,
Your arduous penances,
Your rigid austerities?
What worth your pilgrimages,
Your fasts and holy baths,
If you do not know the true way
To love and worship the Lord?

Search in the region of Sunn
For the resplendence of His love
Where exists neither shape nor form,
Where the firmament blossoms
Without any flowers.

Says Kabir: With your heart absorbed
In the company of Saints,
Sing the praises of God;
The slave who serves Him with love,
Only in his heart dwells the Lord.