Man feels happy
And gratified
By telling beads,
But no spiritual gain is made;
If he repeats the names
On the rosary of his mind,
His entire being
Will be flooded with light.

K.S.S., p. 88:15

For ages have men kept rolling
The beads of rosaries,
But their rolling minds
Could find no rest.
Friend, cast away the beads
From your fingers;
Roll the rosary
Of your mind.

K.S.S., p. 88:16

Your hands are busy
Rolling the beads,
But your heart resounds
With passions' thundering beat;
You are like the man
Who tries to run
With frostbitten feet.

K.G., p. 35:1

K.G., p. 35:2

He, the Supreme Lord,
Has in each body kept
An unrepeated repetition;
In that simran Kabir's mind
Stays ever engrossed.

K.S.S., p. 88:17

Why flaunt piety?
Repeat the Name within.
Why seek to impress the world?
Your concern is
Only with Him
Who is the Lord of all.

K.S.S., p. 89:23

Kabir, the true rosary
Is the rosary of the mind;
The rest is a ruse
The hypocrites choose
To beguile others.
If by turning the beads
God could be met,
Then the persian wheel
Is well set to meet Him.

K.S.S., p. 89:18

K.S.S., p. 89:22

On its own the melody
Resounds in each vessel,
Constantly, without a break;
The soul and Shabd
Have become one,
The mouth is not needed
To repeat the words.

K.S.S., p. 89:24

The rosary rolls in the hand,
The tongue rolls in the mouth,
And the mind runs
In the ten directions;
Says Kabir, friends,
This is not simran.

K.S.S., p. 89:25

Some ramble on
About doctrinal intricacies;
Some gabble and prattle
Till their throats are hoarse;
Some resort to various
Arduous practices;
But to me my Master said:
Be absorbed in simran
To attain your goal.

K.S.S., p. 90:40

K.S.S., p. 92:60

By repeating the Name
I became calm and still,
Dwelling on true knowledge
I became absorbed within;
My soul and Shabd
Have become one:
The fish has turned
Into sea.

K.S.S., p. 92:62