If you’re headed north, be alert
Tell everybody you’re headed south!
Lovers delight in this wine’s secret
What will a dry heart understand?
Oh my dear friend, whom should I love?
Keep the company of pure-hearted ones
Keep the company of clean-hearted ones
How frail your body, how false your world
How untrue the account you give of it
O Raam, dear Raam
Pray tell, do tell
Who fabricated your frail body?
Sweetheart, dear girl
Wake up your beloved
He sleeps a deep, forgetful sleep
Shake him awake!
You are the sea, and I the fish
I’ll stay immersed in you
If you dry up, I’ll die too
What would I be without you?
Kabir, this boat is wobbly
And the boatmen are inept
They got across who were light
The heavy ones drowned