You spent your whole life winning
At least now learn to lose, O fakir

In your sky-dome is an upside-down well
Full of the nectar of life!

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?

I’m rolling about in these waves
I don’t know how to swim
Take me across…

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!

Scorch the house
To make a house arise, yogi
Protect it
And it's gone!

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?

If my beloved is like a rose
Then I’m his fragrance
If my beloved is like my heart
Then I’m his breath

Khusro says, the river of love
Flows in strange ways
One who escapes, drowns
One who drowns is saved

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