Says Kabir, beyond the finite and the infinite
Whoever has met the Formless God
I shall be his slave and shower on him
All splendors of the world.
Before the Lord I shall offer
Candles of knowledge, bells of prayer
Where shines the Lord in eternal glow
His slave, Kabir, stands there.
I have burnt my house down
With fire brand in hand
I shall burn his house who comes
And also joins my band.