एक ही माटी, अनेक घड़े.

एक ही माटी, अनेक घड़े, कुंभार न पूछे नाऊँ।
ढले तो एक ही आग में, कहै कबीर समुझाऊँ।।

Ek hī māṭī, anek ghaṛe, kumbhār na pūchhe nāūṅ.
Ḍhale to ek hī āg meṅ, kahai Kabīr samujhāūṅ.

One clay, many pots — the potter never asks their names. Fired in one flame—so says Kabir, that the shape is nothing, the fire is all.