The sun, the moon, men and even gods and angels are within the perimeter of time and space, and therefore subject to change and death. They all revolve in the whirlpool of birth and rebirth and suffer pain. Man does not know the real cause of his suffering, and the attempts he makes to know it only lead him into delusion. The Lord is within the human body but instead of going within, people try to find Him outside through external practices. Kabir says that the true devotees of God, the Saints, alone know Him. Without meeting the Saints man fails to conquer death and to obtain any reprieve from the penalty he has to pay to Yama, the negative power, for his good and bad deeds. Without the Saints he finds no one to stand ransom for his debt of karmas. In the end his soul departs from the world sad and unhappy, like the beautiful woman who stays in the house but remains unnoticed, uncared for and unloved.

In the vast expanse of water,
In the depth of the sea,
Toss the sun, the moon,
All men and deities;
In its vicious whirlpool
They revolve and revolve.
They crave happiness,
But fail to gain release
From the embrace of pain.
No one discerns
The real cause of sorrow;
Searching for its cause
They become lost
In endless forms of delusion.
In their search for the Lord
Some become frenzied,
In their search for Him
Some become clever and wise;
Yet they fail to know the true Lord
Who dwells within every heart:
He is the true Lord,
He is the true Deity,
And his devotees are his true slaves.
But deluded man
Neither conquers Yama
Nor finds the one
Who will stand ransom;
His soul, alas, has to depart
Frustrated and downcast,
Like a woman unloved.

Bijak, Ramaini 41
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