LIII


I. 122. <i>kaum muralî s'abd s'un ânand bhayo</i>

What is that flute whose music thrills me with joy?
The flame burns without a lamp;
The lotus blossoms without a root;
Flowers bloom in clusters;
The moon-bird is devoted to the moon;
With all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain;
But upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?

LIV


I. 112. <i>s'untâ nahî dhun kî khabar</i>

Have you not heard the tune which the Unstruck Music is playing?
  In the midst of the chamber the harp of joy is gently and
  sweetly played; and where is the need of going without to hear
  it?
If you have not drunk of the nectar of that One Love, what boots
  it though you should purge yourself of all stains?
The Kazi is searching the words of the Koran, and instructing
  others: but if his heart be not steeped in that love, what does
  it avail, though he be a teacher of men?
The Yogi dyes his garments with red: but if he knows naught of
  that colour of love, what does it avail though his garments be
  tinted?
Kabîr says: "Whether I be in the temple or the balcony, in the
  camp or in the flower garden, I tell you truly that every
  moment my Lord is taking His delight in me."

LV


I. 73. <i>bhakti kâ mârag jhînâ re</i>

Subtle is the path of love!
Therein there is no asking and no not-asking,
There one loses one's self at His feet,
There one is immersed in the joy of the seeking: plunged in the
  deeps of love as the fish in the water.
The lover is never slow in offering his head for his Lord's
  service.
Kabîr declares the secret of this love.

LVI


I. 68. <i>bhâi kôî satguru sant kahâwaî</i>

He is the real Sadhu, who can reveal the form of the Formless to
  the vision of these eyes:
Who teaches the simple way of attaining Him, that is other than
  rites or ceremonies:
Who does not make you close the doors, and hold the breath, and
  renounce the world:
Who makes you perceive the Supreme Spirit wherever the mind
  attaches itself:
Who teaches you to be still in the midst of all your activities.
Ever immersed in bliss, having no fear in his mind, he keeps the
  spirit of union in the midst of all enjoyments.
The infinite dwelling of the Infinite Being is everywhere: in
  earth, water, sky, and air:
Firm as the thunderbolt, the seat of the seeker is established
  above the void.
He who is within is without: I see Him and none else.

LVII


I. 66. <i>sâdho, s'abd sâdhnâ kîjai</i>

Receive that Word from which the Universe springeth!
That word is the Guru; I have heard it, and become the disciple.
How many are there who know the meaning of that word?

O Sadhu!  practise that Word!
The Vedas and the Puranas proclaim it,
The world is established in it,
The Rishis and devotees speak of it:
But none knows the mystery of the Word.
The householder leaves his house when he hears it,
The ascetic comes back to love when he hears it,
The Six Philosophies expound it,
The Spirit of Renunciation points to that Word,
From that Word the world-form has sprung,
That Word reveals all.
Kabîr says: "But who knows whence the Word cometh?

LVIII


I. 63. <i>pîle pyâlâ, ho matwâlâ</i>

Empty the Cup!  O be drunken!
Drink the divine nectar of His Name!
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, dear Sadhu!
From the sole of the foot to the crown of the head this mind is
  filled with poison."

LIX


I. 52. <i>khasm na cînhai bâwari</i>

O man, if thou dost not know thine own Lord, whereof art thou so
  proud?
Put thy cleverness away: mere words shall never unite thee to
  Him.
Do not deceive thyself with the witness of the Scriptures:
Love is something other than this, and he who has sought it truly
  has found it.

LX


I. 56. <i>sukh sindh kî sair kâ</i>

The savour of wandering in the ocean of deathless life has rid me
  of all my asking:
As the tree is in the seed, so all diseases are in this asking.

LXI


I. 48. <i>sukh sâgar men âîke</i>

When at last you are come to the ocean of happiness, do not go
  back thirsty.
Wake, foolish man!  for Death stalks you.  Here is pure water
  before you; drink it at every breath.
Do not follow the mirage on foot, but thirst for the nectar;
Dhruva, Prahlad, and Shukadeva have drunk of it, and also Raidas
  has tasted it:
The saints are drunk with love, their thirst is for love.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, brother!  The nest of fear is broken.
Not for a moment have you come face to face with the world:
You are weaving your bondage of falsehood, your words are full of
  deception:
With the load of desires which you.  hold on your head, how can
  you be light?"
Kabîr says: "Keep within you truth, detachment, and love."

LXII


I. 35. <i>satî ko kaun s'ikhâwtâ hai</i>

Who has ever taught the widowed wife to burn herself on the pyre
  of her dead husband?
And who has ever taught love to find bliss in renunciation?