Treasure Island

Kabir

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

To Thee Thou Hast Drawn My Love


To Thee Thou hast drawn my love, O Fakir!
I was sleeping in my own chamber,
and Thou didst awaken me;
striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir!
I was drowning in the deeps of the ocean of this world, and
Thou didst save me: upholding me with Thine arm, O Fakir!
Only one word and no second-
and Thou hast made me tear off all
my bonds, O Fakir!
Kabîr says, 'Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir! '

Submitted: Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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From: Songs Of Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company 1915

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