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Five drops are mixed to drink, O dear ones. Drink from the cup filled with the nectar of the saints. Drink from the cup filled with the nectar of the saints, O dear ones. Drink from the cup filled with the nectar of the saints. These fortunate ones abandon the unfortunate. These gatherings do not seem unfortunate; they appear fortunate. With the great saints, O Rāmrē, the yellow kuṇāle is abundant. Both kinds of yellow kuṇāle are abundant with the great saints, O Rāmrē. The yellow khunāl is abundant, and it is more precious than the yellow khunāl. Oh, how many have drunk the elixir of Kabīr! How many have drunk the elixir of the noble ones! O noble ones, listen. O saints, listen and feel, O beloved. Listen and feel. Filled with love for Rāma, filled with love for the saints, immersed in the nectar of devotion, filled with love, filled with love. Victory to the blissful soul. Victory to the fragrant senses. Victory to the divine Lord of the heart. Victory to the supreme Bhagavān. Victory to Darśhva Mahādeva. Victory to Mādhava Kṛṣṇa Bhagavān. The Giver bestows everything. The compassionate Giver bestows everything. The compassionate Giver grants everything. The compassionate One erases the burdens of countless lifetimes. The compassionate One erases the burdens of countless lifetimes, bestowing some even in the night. What use is reading without meditation? The true yogī grants everything; the compassionate Giver teaches through experience. Today, may you give to the helpless. Today, may you give to the helpless. The Giver who bestows everything is merciful. The Giver who bestows everything is merciful; may the Giver grant everything. In all sorrow, He grants supreme bliss. He frees the soul from all entanglements. The Giver bestows the beautiful form of the sun. He grants the mighty strength of the universe’s protector. He removes all obstacles. The Giver is the king of countless universes, resting in the lotus of the heart. The lord of countless universes, the king of kings, the sovereign of the world, the divine protector—He is the giver of everything. He is the giver of everything, the divine bestower. Some worship Him with their own mind, some worship Him with their own devotion. Their grace is truly divine. Their grace is truly divine. Devotion to the Lord is indeed the highest devotion. Devotion to the Lord is indeed the highest devotion. Along with Rādhā Gopāla, along with Gopāla, everything was taught by the Devīdātā. There is no one in the world who is truly selfless. There is no one in the world who is truly selfless. All selfishness is destroyed by the Devīdātā’s teachings. This man and woman criticize; these men and women criticize. They are sorrowful, sorrowful—all relationships with the Goddess are severed. All relationships with the Goddess are severed. The lamp of the heart is extinguished; the ocean of the heart is extinguished. Everything is given by the Goddess, the Giver. This is what has been taught. The joy of the boundless is immense. The joy of the boundless is immense. Moment by moment, nurturing and sustaining, everything is entrusted to the divine. Everything is entrusted. Punyanān jī, Bartī jī, Matā jī, what has happened? Oh Lord, why does the bell keep ringing repeatedly? Why does it keep ringing again and again? And those who have taken to water, they neither live nor die, O Sāyab, nor do they take the cobra’s poison. Those who have taken to water, they neither live nor die, O Sāyab, nor do they take the cobra’s poison. This time, the flute will play, O Gīvarā, why do you sleep? I am the wind, the lock, the fruit, and the flower; they are needed. Those who have taken to water, they alone remain; the fruit and the flowers are needed. Only those two remain. O girls, you have become very proud, taunting and teasing. O girls, you have become so arrogant, teasing and taunting. O dear, otherwise, the world is like a musical instrument, why do you act so arrogantly? Why should we not have the privilege to see you? The mirror is just reflecting the truth. One should have the vision of the sun, O mirror, remain immersed in the mirror. When the time for your vision comes, do not delay, otherwise why would the drum sound? You must cross over, O beloved. Keep finding boats, O boats. The boatman steers to take you across the ocean; O boats, the boatman steers. When this boon is granted, the flute will play—why should it play for you alone? Oh brother, if ever needed, you should make a dozen. Remain immersed in the mirror, bring the mirror along, bring it into the dozen. When this boon is granted, the flute will play—why should it play only for you? Again and again. O Master, why do You play the drum? Listen, O beloved ones, come forward, come closer. O servant Kabīr, all bodies are bodies, not the true saints. Do not turn your back on them, for they are not the true masters. Do not turn your back on them, for they are not the true masters. Why endure the unbearable pain? Why cast the thread of suffering? Whether in life or death, O Sai, you fill the needs of those before you. Why endure the unbearable pain? Why cast the thread of suffering? Hail to the Sadguru Dev! Hail to Bhagavān! Hail to the pure, blissful Ātman!