Kabir says that the company of the Saints and the practice of Naam is the only way out of the miseries of existence in this transient world of matter. The practice of Naam helps the devotee to overcome his passions and desires and enables him to go through the hardships of life with patience and fortitude. It also serves as the means to attain self-realization and God-realization and makes the devotee one with the Lord.

Do only that, my friend,
Which will end your misery.
Give up your flirtation
With sense pleasures.
The world is burning in the blaze
Of cravings and attachments;
What will you gain
By plunging into the flames
To be consumed like the rest?
Protect yourself from the blaze,
Let your soul cry in agony:
'Mercy, mercy, dear Lord, mercy!'
Go to the company of the Saints
And contemplate with them
On the truth.

Friends, my friends,
There is no respite
In this world of anguish;
The Lord's Name is the only
Destroyer of all pain,
The Lord's Name is the only
Succor that will sustain
You in this vale of misery,
The Lord's Name is the only
Ship that will take you across
The world's turbulent sea.

Man hears and recites the scriptures,
But these pursuits are a waste;
Earrings and ornaments
Do not make a woman beautiful
If she is devoid of charm and grace.

Firmly grasp the Lord's Name,
Supreme and everlasting.
If you forsake the Lord
Where else will you go?
Go where you will,
You will be consumed like a moth
In the flame of passions.
Sense pleasures are poison;
Realize it, my friend,
Don't be burned by them.

He who adorns himself
With the jewel
Of God's immaculate Name
Is never again separated
From the Lord;
He becomes the Lord
As the worm becomes a wasp
Under the spell of the mason wasp.

Shoreless, unfathomable, vast
Is the dreadful ocean of this world;
Take measures to be ferried
To the banks of bliss.
The labyrinthine currents
Of cravings and passions
Captivate and confuse the mind;
Through their swirling tides
One finds no way
To steer homewards.

The ocean of existence
Is dark and abysmal;
Man's only succor
Is the boat of God's Name.
Says Kabir: When I took
The shelter of my Lord,
The ocean became
A hoofprint in the mud,
Filled with rain.

K.G., p. 173:6,7
Soi upāv kari yahu dukh jāi