You spent your whole life winning At least now learn to lose, O fakir
I'm off to fill water from the well My true guru is calling out to me
Speak in hints in grazing fields So that no one should guess No one should hear, no one should know!
Dark night, frail pot, no way to swim Yet she flung herself in!
I ate your fruit, I soiled your leaves I played from branch to branch You burn, and I fly away? You live and love but once!
I burnt down my house, yogi I took up the flaming torch If you scorch your own house, yogi Then join me on this walk
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
In the forest of this love, a peacock calls out My love is more beautiful than any holy place He wounded me, then forgot all about me
Fearlessly, I'll sing The praises of the formless Reality beyond description
