He is drunk with Name potion
And not with base wine
Who drinks the potion of the Lord’s Name –
With drunkards he is not in line.
Idle talks are useless vain
Good deeds are best of all
Says Kabir, they lead man to success
And help him reach his goal.
What is good and what is bad
Fools cannot see at all
With a garment tied to its tail
Can the rat enter its hole?
Being born here on earth as man
Give up your arrogance
Buy quickly what you wish to gain
The market may close at once.
I am neither Muslim nor Hindu
None of them I am
A doll made of the five elements
To play some funny game!
In many a land at home and abroad
I found men are plentiful
But rarely the one whose very sight
Made me cheerful.
Says Kabir, beyond the finite and the infinite
Whoever has met the Formless God
I shall be his slave and shower on him
All splendors of the world.
Before the Lord I shall offer
Candles of knowledge, bells of prayer
Where shines the Lord in eternal glow
His slave, Kabir, stands there.
I have burnt my house down
With fire brand in hand
I shall burn his house who comes
And also joins my band.
Come inside my eye for once
And I will close my eye
You will see me and none else there
And You alone I will see.
The same tear is shed by
The saint and the sinner
If blood he sheds when he does cry
Wisdom has dawned in him be sure.
I am unable to come to You
Or from core of heart invoke
The pang of separation pains me so
My heart does burn and choke.
