Kabir, get drunk on love
Rid the heart of duality
Such a delicate path to tread
Why lug a heavy load anymore?
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?
Oh my dear friend, whom should I love?
Keep the company of pure-hearted ones
Keep the company of clean-hearted ones
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