Kabir, get drunk on love
Rid the heart of duality
Such a delicate path to tread
Why lug a heavy load anymore?

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!

Dark night, frail pot, no way to swim
Yet she flung herself in!

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

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