The devotee who meets a perfect Master — described in this poem as the giver of everlasting life — realizes the Lord and is no more required to come to the world and face death. Kabir says that such a devotee, through the guidance of the Master, becomes one with the Lord and, like the Lord, is free from the chains of birth and death. The sakat, or the man who hankers after worldly pleasures, who is cruel of heart and who is an abject slave of his own mind, dies again and again. The Saint, who has merged with the Ocean of bliss, is immortal.

The world dies, but I'll not die,
For I have met the giver
Of everlasting life.

I will not die any more,
For I've learned the secret of death.
Only those keep dying
Who have not realized the Lord.
The sakats die;
The Saints forever live,
For the elixir of the Lord's love
They drink, and drink to their fill.

I'll not die, for I have met
The giver of everlasting life.

If the Lord dies,
Then I will die too;
If the Lord knows no death,
Then how can I die?
O Kabir, I have merged my self
In the Lord's Supreme Self;
I have plunged into the Ocean of bliss,
I have become immortal.

The world dies; I'll not die,
For I have met the bestower
Of everlasting life.

K.G., p. 80:43
Ham na marain marihai sansārā