One winnows empty husks; and to what profit? Winnow that wherein is always grain.

The body is an empty husk, an empty husk is Maya: a life without Hari is empty and vain:
The Pandit is an empty husk: empty are all his words: without Hari all the tales men tell are empty.

The temple is an empty husk, and pleasure and enjoyment: and empty is reliance upon other gods.
Faith in the Name: this is the true devotion: with heart and word and deed Rai Das proclaims it.