Kabir, get drunk on love
Rid the heart of duality
Such a delicate path to tread
Why lug a heavy load anymore?
Speak in hints in grazing fields
So that no one should guess
No one should hear, no one should know!
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!
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
Khusro says, the river of love
Flows in strange ways
One who escapes, drowns
One who drowns is saved
This cart is colourful, beautiful
The wheels are red and rosy
A sassy young girl holds the reins
Raam sits in the vehicle
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