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…

Oh my dear friend, whom should I love?
Keep the company of pure-hearted ones
Keep the company of clean-hearted ones

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

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

Once I went to the court of love
Love stripped me of my swagger
I went to garner praises from love
Love robbed me of my vanity

Fearlessly, I'll sing
The praises of the formless
Reality beyond description