Here you will find the Poem Dohas II of poet Kabir
Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye When you were born in this world Everyone laughed while you cried Conduct NOT yourself in manner such That they laugh when you are gone Kabir Man Nirmal Bhaya, Jaise Ganga Neer Pache Pache Har Phire, Kahat Kabir Kabir Kabir's mind got cleansed like the holy Ganges water Now everyone follows, saying Kabir Kabir Gur Dhobi Sikh Kapda, Saboo Sirjan Har Surti Sila Pur Dhoiye, Nikse Jyoti Apaar Guru the washer man, disciple is the cloth The name of God liken to the soap Wash the mind on foundation firm To realize the glow of Truth Jeevat Samjhe Jeevat Bujhe, Jeevat He Karo Aas Jeevat Karam Ki Fansi Na Kaati, Mue Mukti Ki Aas Alive one sees, alive one knows Thus crave for salvation when full of life Alive you did not cut the noose of binding actions Hoping liberation with death ! Akath Kahani Prem Ki, Kutch Kahi Na Jaye Goonge Keri Sarkara, Baithe Muskae Inexpressible is the story of Love It cannot be revealed by words Like the dumb eating sweet-meat Only smiles, the sweetness he cannot tell Chinta Aisee Dakini, Kat Kaleja Khaye Vaid Bichara Kya Kare, Kahan Tak Dawa Lagaye Worry is the bandit that eats into one's heart What the doctor can do, what remedy to impart? Kabira Garv Na Keejiye, Uncha Dekh Aavaas Kaal Paron Bhuin Letna, Ooper Jamsi Ghaas Says Kabir Don't be so proud and vain Looking at your high mansion Death makes one lie on bare land And grass will grow thereon Kabira Garv Na Keejiye, Kaal Gahe Kar Kes Na Jaane Kit Mare Hai, Kya Des Kya Pardesh Says Kabir Don't be so proud and vain The clutches of Time are dark Who knows where shall it kill Whether at home or abroad Kabira Kiya Kutch Na Hote Hai, Ankiya Sab Hoye Jo Kiya Kutch Hote Hai, Karta Aur Koye Says Kabir By my doing nothing happens What I don't does come to pass If anything happens as if my doing Then truly it is done by someone else Jyon Naino Mein Putli, Tyon Maalik Ghat Mahin Moorakh Log Na Janhin, Baahar Dhudhan Jahin Like the pupil in the eyes The Lord resides inside Ignorant do not know this fact They search Him outside Pehle Agan Birha Ki, Pachhe Prem Ki Pyas Kahe Kabir Tub Janiye, Naam Milan Ki Aaas First the pangs of separation Next grows the thirst for Love Says Kabir then only hope The union to materialize