ਸੰਧਿਕ ਤੋਹਿ ਸਾਧ ਨਹੀ ਕਹੀਅਉ ਸਰਨਿ ਪਰੇ ਤੁਮਰੀ ਪਗਰੀ ॥
sanDhik tohi saaDh nahee kahee-a-o saran paray tumree pagree.
I am Your thief; I cannot be called holy. I have fallen at Your feet, seeking Your Sanctuary.
ਕਹਿ ਕਬੀਰ ਇਹ ਬਿਨਤੀ ਸੁਨੀਅਹੁ ਮਤ ਘਾਲਹੁ ਜਮ ਕੀ ਖਬਰੀ ॥੨॥੬॥
kahi kabeer ih bintee sunee-ahu mat ghaalhu jam kee khabree. ||2||6||
Says Kabir, please listen to this prayer of mine, O Lord; please do not send me sommons of the Messenger of Death. ||2||6||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I cannot call myself some perfect, holy person — I know myself too well for that. So I have simply come and sat down at Your door.
Kabir says: please hear this little prayer of mine, and keep me close. That is all I am asking for.
You do not have to be perfect to belong at the door of the One.
sandhik tohi saadh nahee kahee-a-o — "I am no saint," said in honest humility. saran paray tumree pagree — refuge at the feet. mat ghaalhu jam kee khabree — a plea about Death's summons, held gently here as "keep me close."
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