Treasure Island

Kabir

(1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Hey brother, why do you want me to talk?


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?

If you meet someone good, listen a little, speak;
If you meet someone bad, clench up like a fist.

Talking with a wise man is a great reward.
Talking with a fool? A waste.

Kabir says: A pot makes noise if it's half full,
But fill it to the brim - no sound.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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Taken from Songs of the Saints of India, Translated by John Stratton Hawley / Mark Juergensmeyer

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