Pointing to the transient nature of the world, Kabir tells man to realize the value of human birth and utilize his limited time by following the path of love and devotion. Like all Saints, Kabir has reached the Lord's mansion and urges man to follow his example and reach this abode of supreme bliss.

My mind, kindle within thee
The flame of love for the Lord;
They become free who take refuge
With loving surrender at his feet.

Be not enamored
Of physical beauty —
It is just a drop of dew
On a blade of grass,
A castle of sand
On the changing shores of the sea.

This precious human birth
You will not get again;
Your numbered days
Are slipping by in vain.

Kabir, the slave, has ascended
To the pinnacle of the fort;
From there, to the beat of drum,
He calls all men to victory.

K.S., II:6
Man re kari le sāhib se preet