Kabir Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

He was a great poet --
yes, Kabir, some say Kabir Das.
A few minutes ago I read one of his writings.
He writes: I looked for evils all around,
and I did not find any.
Only when I searched my soul,
there they were!
This was soul-searching of the highest form,
that I did not learn.

Strife and arrogance!
Kabir speaking through the wall.
A little wisdom, and
we could have grasped his message.

Kabir had known --
the residence of evil.