XLIII


I. 82. <i>pânî vic mîn piyâsî</i>

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty:
You do not see that the Real is in your home, and you wander from
  forest to forest listlessly!
Here is the truth!  Go where you will, to Benares or to Mathura;
  if you do not find your soul, the world is unreal to you.

XLIV


I. 93. <i>gagan math gaib nisân gade</i>

The Hidden Banner is planted in the temple of the sky; there the
  blue canopy decked with the moon and set with bright jewels is
  spread.
There the light of the sun and the moon is shining: still your
  mind to silence before that splendour.
Kabîr says: "He who has drunk of this nectar, wanders like one
  who is mad."

XLV


I. 97. <i>sâdho, ko hai kânh se âyo</i>

Who are you, and whence do you come?
Where dwells that Supreme Spirit, and how does He have His sport
  with all created things?
The fire is in the wood; but who awakens it suddenly?  Then it
  turns to ashes, and where goes the force of the fire?
The true guru teaches that He has neither limit nor infinitude.
Kabîr says: "Brahma suits His language to the understanding of
  His hearer."

XLVI

I. 98. <i>sâdho, sahajai kâyâ s'odho</i>

O sadhu!  purify your body in the simple way.
As the seed is within the banyan tree, and within the seed are
  the flowers, the fruits, and the shade:
So the germ is within the body, and within that germ is the body
  again.
The fire, the air, the water, the earth, and the aether; you
  cannot have these outside of Him.
O, Kazi, O Pundit, consider it well: what is there that is not in
  the soul?
The water-filled pitcher is placed upon water, it has water
  within and without.
It should not be given a name, lest it call forth the error of
  dualism.
Kabîr says: "Listen to the Word, the Truth, which is your
  essence.  He speaks the Word to Himself; and He Himself is the
  Creator."

XLVII


I. 102. <i>tarvar ek mûl vin thâdâ</i>

There is a strange tree, which stands without roots and bears
  fruits without blossoming;
It has no branches and no leaves, it is lotus all over.
Two birds sing there; one is the Guru, and the other the
  disciple:
The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life and tastes them,
  and the Guru beholds him in joy.
What Kabîr says is hard to understand: "The bird is beyond
  seeking, yet it is most clearly visible.  The Formless is in
  the midst of all forms.  I sing the glory of forms."

XLVIII


I. 107. <i>calat mansâ acal kînhî</i>

I have stilled my restless mind, and my heart is radiant: for in
  Thatness I have seen beyond That-ness.  In company I have seen
  the Comrade Himself.
Living in bondage, I have set myself free: I have broken away
  from the clutch of all narrowness.
Kabîr says: "I have attained the unattainable, and my heart is
  coloured with the colour of love."

XLIX


I. 105. <i>jo dîsai, so to hai nâhîn</i>

That which you see is not: and for that which is, you have no
  words.
Unless you see, you believe not: what is told you you cannot
  accept.
He who is discerning knows by the word; and the ignorant stands
  gaping.
Some contemplate the Formless, and others meditate on form: but
  the wise man knows that Brahma is beyond both.
That beauty of His is not seen of the eye: that metre of His is
  not heard of the ear.
Kabîr says: "He who has found both love and renunciation never
  descends to death."

L


I. 126. <i>muralî bajat akhand sadâye</i>

The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing, and its
  sound is love:
When love renounces all limits, it reaches truth.
How widely the fragrance spreads!  It has no end, nothing stands
  in its way.
The form of this melody is bright like a million suns:
  incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.

LI


I. 129. <i>sakhiyo, ham hûn bhâî vâlamâs'î</i>

Dear friend, I am eager to meet my Beloved!  My youth has
  flowered, and the pain of separation from Him troubles my
  breast.
I am wandering yet in the alleys of knowledge without purpose,
  but I have received His news in these alleys of knowledge.
I have a letter from my Beloved: in this letter is an unutterable
  message, and now my fear of death is done away.
Kabîr says: "O my loving friend!  I have got for my gift the
  Deathless One."

LII


I. 130. <i>sâîn vin dard kareje hoy</i>

When I am parted from my Beloved, my heart is full of misery: I
  have no comfort in the day, I have no sleep in the night.  To
  whom shall I tell my sorrow?
The night is dark; the hours slip by.  Because my Lord is absent,
  I start up and tremble with fear.
Kabîr says: "Listen, my friend!  there is no other satisfaction,
  save in the encounter with the Beloved."