Kabir

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

Kabir Poems

1. Many Hoped 5/2/2012
2. The Dropp And The Sea 5/2/2012
3. The Spiritual Athlete Often Changes The Color Of His Clothes 5/2/2012
4. Plucking Your Eyebrows 5/2/2012
5. Knowing Nothing Shuts The Iron Gates 5/2/2012
6. The Self Forgets Itself 5/2/2012
7. The Word 5/2/2012
8. When I Found The Boundless Knowledge 5/2/2012
9. My Body Is Flooded 5/2/2012
10. Within This Earthen Vessel 5/2/2012
11. My Body And My Mind 5/2/2012
12. The Lord Is In Me 5/2/2012
13. I'Ve Burned My Own House Down 5/2/2012
14. My Swan, Let Us Fly 5/2/2012
15. O Slave, Liberate Yourself 5/2/2012
16. The Moon Shines In My Body 5/2/2012
17. The Bride-Soul 5/2/2012
18. To Be A Slave Of Intensity 5/2/2012
19. The Impossible Pass 5/2/2012
20. To Thee Thou Hast Drawn My Love 5/2/2012
21. O Servant Where Dost Thou Seek Me 5/2/2012
22. When The Day Came 5/2/2012
23. Oh Friend, I Love You, Think This Over 5/2/2012
24. The Guest Is Inside You, And Also Inside Me 5/2/2012
25. Lift The Veil 5/2/2012
26. What Kind Of God? 5/2/2012
27. It Is Needless To Ask Of A Saint 5/2/2012
28. I Won’t Come 5/2/2012
29. His Death In Benares 5/2/2012
30. He's That Rascally Kind Of Yogi 5/2/2012
31. I Have Attained The Eternal Bliss 5/2/2012
32. I Talk To My Inner Lover, And I Say, Why Such Rush? 5/2/2012
33. Chewing Slowly 5/2/2012
34. O Friend 5/2/2012
35. How Do You 5/2/2012
36. Hope For Him 5/2/2012
37. Hang Up The Swing Of Love Today! 5/2/2012
38. How Humble Is God 5/2/2012
39. The Middle Region Of The Sky 3/30/2010
40. O Lord Increate, Who Will Serve Thee? 3/30/2010

Comments about Kabir

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  • Joseph Jeremiah Naye Joseph Jeremiah Naye (6/16/2015 9:40:00 AM)

    A very puzzling poem, short but not lacking in suspense. Naye Joseph.

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (7/6/2014 3:57:00 AM)

    A great saint poet of India who stood for peace, kindness, and brotherhood.

  • V P Mahur V P Mahur (1/27/2014 3:02:00 AM)

    A poet unique in his vision and great soul forever.

  • Vineet Chhikara Vineet Chhikara (5/27/2013 6:33:00 AM)

    poem lovers... check out my poems...

  • Arron Fowler (1/8/2013 12:14:00 AM)

    Brilliant writer i enjoy reading all the spiritual poems

  • Nikhil Sharma Nikhil Sharma (12/14/2012 12:21:00 PM)

    he was a philosophical and spiritual writer.....he is the idol of many hindus and I adore him as a writer!

  • Dubos Jean Patrick (9/30/2012 10:55:00 AM)

    bra is not in any way to be associated with urdu script, for sure close to hindi, of course in the la guage of kabir one will find urdu, arabic, persian and may be else words according to the person who wrote his messages that came to us today which one are true kabir saying that has been the work of scholars to decide after long years of work in this field

  • Nadine Lockhart Nadine Lockhart (9/15/2012 3:09:00 PM)

    Does anyone know whether the Braj dialect (which he spoke) was closer to Hindi or Urdu script when his poems were first written down (by someone other than he as I understand he did not write and all his poem were in the oral tradition) ?

Best Poem of Kabir

Abode Of The Beloved

Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.

In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.

There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.

No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five ...

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The Bhakti Path

The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
On this path there is no asking and no not asking.
The ego simply disappears the moment you touch
him.
The joy of looking for him is so immense that you
just dive in,
and coast around like a fish in the water.
If anyone needs a head, the lover leaps up to offer
his.

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