Saints in India have composed lyrics on the months of the year, dates of the Iunar calendar, and days of the week. This poem of Kabir on the days of the week, though composed in a simple, nursery-rhyme style, is not wanting in the spiritual depth characteristic of his other poems. Many orthodox religions prescribe certain rituals and ways of behaviour for each day of the week. Kabir, however, tells the disciple to "sing the Lord's praises", that is, listen to the divine melody of Shabd, and thereby attain the kingdom of God in the inner region of pure and unalloyed spiritual bliss. His code of conduct for the week is not external observances, but keeping in mind the ultimate goal of union with the Lord, doing spiritual practice and, with the help of the Master, reaching the Lord's abode.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
Through the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Sunday start your devotion:
In the temple of your body
Let your mind like a pillar be still;
Day and night without a break
Hold your attention within;
Then in the state of equipoise
Will the sound of bagpipe unfold.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
Through the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Monday the moon showers nectar;
Taste it and at once be rid
Of the world's blazing fever.
Let your mind, held by the Word,
Be ever inside at the door;
Then it will taste that nectar
And be drunk with ecstasy.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
Through the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Tuesday tune yourself to the Truth within:
Boldly give up the ways
Of the five evil ones;
Do not leave your home's treasure
And go out, or you will earn
The displeasure of the King.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
Through the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Wednesday let the wisdom dawn
That the Lord ever resides
In the lotus of your heart;
Meet the Master and realize
That he and the Lord are one,
And turn the inverted lotus
Upwards once again.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
Through the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Thursday throw away your evil passions;
Discard the three and attach
Yourself only to the One.
In Trikuti within,
Where the three rivers meet,
Bathe and wash away your sins.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
With the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Friday feast on ambrosia,
Let this be your firm resolve.
Within yourself, day and night,
Battle with your lower self;
Boldly enslave the five.
A look at other than the One
Let not your eyes ever crave.

Each day of the week
The Lord's praises sing;
With the Master's grace
God's kingdom win.

Saturday stay still,
Be within your body.
Light the inner lamp
That your within and without
May sparkle with radiance divine;
In its brilliance let the shadow
Of your karmas fade.

K.G., p. 157:362
Bār bār hari kā gun gāvai