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!
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
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!
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
On the peak of emptiness The sound of the universe I'll sing every possible song