दीपक सुंदर देख करि, जरि जरि मरे पतंग I बढी लहर जो विषय की,जरत न मोरै अंग II
"Kabir says, the moth drawn to fire overwhelmed by strange desire jumps into it. The fire devours it, burns it's wings. But for the moth nothing else matters than its longing for the fiery blaze. Just like the moth is doomed by desire, so is the man irresistibly attracted to worldly pleasures, for the slavery of the sense pleasures makes him forget that in the end he will be drowned in the abyss of ignorance."
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