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!
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?
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?
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