Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.

Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.

Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.

When the time has come for my soul to meet the Lord,

When the time has come for my soul to meet the Lord, then my eyes turned inwards. Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.

When I (the Self) leave the body,

When I (the Self) leave the body, everything is left behind. Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.

Four people carry my coffin, all the way along they cry and lament my departure. Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.

Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell. Sant Kabir says: “Listen Oh Sadhu! Realize that your body is burnt to ashes together with those dry pieces of wood, only those goes along with you”.

Covering me with the white cloth, they are all bidding me farewell.