The body is a village, and the soul is the owner and farmer; the five
farm-hands live there.
The eyes, nose, ears, tongue and sensory organs of touch do not obey
any order.
O father, now I shall not live in this village.
The accountants summoned Chitar and Gupat, the recording scribes of the
conscious and the unconscious, to ask for an account of each and every moment.
When the Righteous Judge of Dharma calls for my account, there shall be
a very heavy balance against me.
The five farm-hands shall then run away, and the bailiff shall arrest
the soul.
Says Kabeer, listen, O Saints: settle your accounts in this farm.
O Lord, please forgive Your slave now, in this life, so that he may not
have to return again to this terrifying world-ocean.
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