Kabir Poems

To what shore would you cross,
O my heart?
there is no traveller before you,
there is no road:
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The river and its waves are one
surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?
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Hey brother, why do you want me to talk?
Talk and talk and the real things get lost.

Talk and talk and things get out of hand.
Why not stop talking and think?
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The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone,
Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair
As the Leaf Falls from the Tree
Is Difficult to Find
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Chewing slowly,
Only after I’d eaten
My grandmother,
Mother,
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Lamps burn in every house,
O blind one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened
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O MY heart!
The Supreme Spirit,
the great Master,
is near you: wake, oh wake!
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Do not go to the garden of flowers!
Do not go to the garden of flowers!
O Friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.
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God is the tree in the forests that
allows itself to die and will not defend itself in front of those
with the ax, not wanting to cause them shame.
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Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth,
there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
There the streams of light flow in all directions;
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