The two strings of mine and thine —
Entwined into a firm rope —
Hold the world captive;
But how can Kabir,
The Lord's slave, be bound
When Naam is his support,
His hope.

K.S.S., p. 60:56

'I, I' is a great malady,
Run away from it
Before it's too late;
Friend, how long
Can you preserve the cotton roll
That holds an ember
In its folds?

K.G., p. 21:60

Do not say 'I, me and mine',
For 'I' leads to perdition;
'I' is a fetter on your feet,
A noose around your neck.

K.G., p. 21:61

It is easy to give up wealth,
Easy to give up love for a woman;
But ego, pride and jealousy
Are hard indeed to discard.

K.S.S., p. 134:1

K.S.S., p. 134:6

All worship power,
Few worship the Powerful One;
Says Kabir, if you worship
The Powerful One,
All powers become your slaves.

K.S.S., p. 135:13

He in whose heart burns
The fire of ego,
Who craves respect
From his Master,
Receives an invitation
From Yama:
'Pray come, be my guest.'

K.S.S., p. 135:15

What if you have become
Eminent and high,
High as the date palm —
It provides no shade
To the wayfarer
And bears fruits
That are out of reach.

K.S.S., p. 134:10

K.S.S., p. 134:11

Lightning suddenly strikes
A pot of bronze,
But from my Master
I have heard
That free from peril
Is the humble potsherd.

K.S.S., p. 170:19

Humility, gentleness, devotion,
And regard for one and all:
Says Kabir, he is truly high
In whose heart
These qualities reside.

K.S.S., p. 140:4

All bow to themselves,
Few to others bow;
Kabir, the pan of the balance
That bows
Is the weightier of the two.

K.S.S., p. 140:6

Water will not stay at the heights,
Only in low land will it lie;
One who bends
Drinks to his fill,
He goes thirsty
Who remains high.

K.S.S., p. 140:8

K.S.S., p. 134:3

He who is humble and meek,
Who meditates with love,
Who surrenders to the Saints,
In him the Lord dwells
As in water dwells the fish.

K.S.S., p. 140:1