Kabir - A Beggar Poem by Michael Maxwell Steer
Kabir - A Beggar
A beggar came down my lane,
I didn't see him pass.
But if he comes again,
what shall I ask?
Despised as he is by all,
to me he gives without cease:
when he's near, I'm aware of a call
that brings peace.
Original poem by the 15thC mystical poet Kabir (Bk3.89) , translated by Rabindranath Tagore and Kshiti Mohan Sen (#84) . Versed by MMS 6/1/11
Friday, December 15, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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