The deer, the fish, the bumble-bee, the moth and the elephant perish each for one sense. So what hope is there for a man who has five implacable enemies?
O God! Man loves ignorance. The lamp of his knowledge has become dim.
The thoughtless are born again as creeping things; they cannot distinguish between good and evil. They have now obtained human birth so difficult to obtain, and yet in it they associate with the base.
Men and lower animals, wherever they are, are born subject to their previous acts. The noose of death which hangs over them can by no means be warded off.
Ravidass says, you renounce worldly love, dispel doubt, and make the Guru’s divine knowledge your religious fervour.
O God! You are the dispeller of fear from the minds of your devotees. Now You grant me supreme bliss at last.