Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments
In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.
I searched for the crooked, met not a single one
When searched myself, "I" found the crooked one.
Tomorrows work do today, today's work now
if the moment is lost, the work be done how.
Speak such words, sans ego's ploy
Body remains composed, giving the listener joy.
Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
Gardner may water a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season.
Give so much O God, suffice to envelop my clan
I should not suffer cravings, nor the visitor goes unfed.
In vain is the eminence, just like a date tree
No shade for travelers, fruit is hard to reach.
Like seed contains the oil, fire in flint stone
Your temple seats the Divine, realize if you can.
Begging is like perishing, none should go imploring
It is better to die than beg, this is pure Guru's teaching.
Neither illusion nor the mind, only bodies attained death
Hope and delusion did not die, so Kabir said.
Kabira in the market place, wishes welfare of all
Neither friendship nor enmity with anyone at all.
Kabir's mind got cleansed like the holy Ganges water
Now everyone follows, saying Kabir.
Reading books everyone died, none became any wise
One who reads the word of Love, only becomes wise.
In anguish everyone prays to Him, in joy does none
To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come.
Guru the washer man, disciple is the cloth
The name of God liken to the soap
Wash the mind on foundation firm
To realize the glow of Truth.
Alive one sees, alive one knows
Thus crave for salvation when full of life
Alive you
-KABIR
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