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		 kabir songs - come what 
		may, allow 
		 
		Stop wavering, mad mind! 
		Come what may, allow it! 
		The Sati is ready for the fire of death. 
		 
		Dance in ecstasy, beyond all doubts. 
		Drop greed, attachments, fancies. 
		Do the brave fear death? 
		Does the sati cling to her body? 
		 
		Society, scripture, family prestige - 
		The hangman's noose at the neck. 
		Move on the path and return midway - 
		Ha! Ha! Everyone laughs. 
		 
		This whole world's so nasty. 
		Only he who prays is true. 
		Says Kabir: never abandon the name. 
		Fall down! Stand up! Fly high!    
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