Kabir, get drunk on love Rid the heart of duality Such a delicate path to tread Why lug a heavy load anymore?
In your sky-dome is an upside-down well Full of the nectar of life!
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!
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
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
