मन न रँगाये रँगाये जोगी कपड़ा आसन मारि मंदिर में बैठे ब्रह्म-छाँड़ि पूजन लागे पथरा कनवा फड़ाय जटवा बढ़ौले दाढ़ी बढ़ाय जोगी होय गैले बकरा जंगल जाय जोगी धुनिया रमौले काम जराय जोगी होय गैले हिजड़ा मथवा मुँड़ाय जोगी कपड़ा रँगौले गीता बाँच के होय गैले लबरा कहहिं कबीर सुनो भाई साधो जम दरवज़वा बाँधल जैबे पकड़ा

The Yogi dyes his garments, instead of dyeing his mind in the colours of love: He sits within the temple of the Lord, leaving Brahma to worship a stone. He pierces holes in his ears, he has a great beard and matted locks, he looks like a goat: He goes forth into the wilderness, killing all his desires, and turns himself into an eunuch: He shaves his head and dyes his garments; he reads the Gita and becomes a mighty talker. Kabir says: “You are going to the doors of death, bound hand and foot!”