By Anonymous

You have come into this world to do business and to make a profit,
But you have gambled away your stock.
You have not even reached the outskirts of the City of Love.
As you have come, so you shall leave.
Listen my companion. Listen my friend!
What have you done in this life?
You have taken up a load of stones on your head!
Who will lift it from you further down the road?
Your friend is standing on the shore
And you have no mind to meet him.
You are sitting in as shipwrecked boat.
You fool! You will be drowning!
Kabirdas, who observes all this, says:
In the end, who is your helper?
Alone you go forth, and you will eat your own deeds

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