How do you,
Asks the chief of police,
Patrol a city
Where the butcher shops
Are guarded by vultures;
Where bulls get pregnant,
Cows are barren,
And calves give milk
Three times a day;
Where mice are boatmen
And tomcats the boats
They row;
Where frogs keep snakes
As watchdogs,
And jackals
Go after lions?
Does anyone know
What I’m talking about?
Says Kabir.
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I perceive a hidden message, this world is a metaphor for a time when the weak and ridiculous rule the strong and bloated.
This is life in Seattle when you're waiting for the Police to help you.
I think the chief of police is asking Kabir how he "patrols the city" with his teachings. Particularly in a city/world filled with such backwards concepts. Or it is a question as to how Kabir keeps his beliefs in such a hopeless world.
How Kabir keeps his beliefs and teaches them where people are so weak-minded, perhaps too weak-minded to grasp the knowledge he is trying to deliver.
All topsy-turvy and chaotic situation....difficult to face...I hope I am right
Awesome message behind your words. In the abandoned room, not even the morning sun, peeks through the window.
I do not really know the answer to the question posed at the end of the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see a satire in this poem.