This poem in praise of Naam, the Lord's Name, describes it as a priceless diamond of rare beauty and luster that is the panacea for the sufferings of the world. In the second part of the poem Kabir says that the world is a turbulent ocean that has to be crossed by boarding the boat of Naam, steered by the perfect oarsman — the Master.

Embed the Lord's Name
Deep within your heart.
It's a rare diamond,
Priceless, pure and bright.
Its luster will give you
Glory in the three worlds
And allay the agony
Of the threefold fever.

In the world's deadly ocean
Surge waves of desire and avarice,
The billows of lust and anger
Make the waters turbulent.
The sharks of ego and envy
Lie in wait to prey on you;
Joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain
Are its ever changing shores.
The whirlpools of women and wealth
Have drowned many a valiant one.
Kabir, the Lord's slave, declares:
The Lord's Name is the boat,
The Master its adept oarsman.

K.G., p. 147:321
Rām nām hirdai dhari