Neither illusion nor the mind, only bodies attained death Hope and delusion did not die, so Kabir said.
Tomorrows work do today, today’s work now
if the moment is lost, the work be done how.
He alone’s the Warrior, who takes on the “mind” head-on crushing the shield of the sensual five, all duality is gone.
Devotion must not be like the flood of the rainy season in which all get washed away. Devotion should be like the river that retains water even in the hottest season.
Like the pupil in the eyes
The Lord resides inside
Ignorant do not know this fact
They search Him outside.
Inexpressible is the story of Love
It cannot be revealed by words
Like the dumb eating sweet-meat
Only smiles, the sweetness he cannot tell.
When you were born in this world
Everyone laughed while you cried
Conduct not yourself in manner such
That they laugh when you are gone.
Guru the washer man, disciple is the cloth
The name of God liken to the soap
Wash the mind on foundation firm
To realize the glow of Truth.
Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
The creator is the creation And the creation in the creator,
He is everywhere… He who surrenders to him gets to know Him.
Says Kabir, my doubts are dispelled, I have seen the Pure with my own eyes.
With the ocean set ablaze
The smoke yet manifests not
Only the one who gets burnt
Envisions the heat of loving thought.
In anguish everyone prays to Him, in joy does none to one who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come.
By my doing nothing happens
What I don’t does come to pass
If anything happens as if my doing
Then truly, it is done by someone else.
Begging is like perishing, none should go imploring It is better to die than beg, this is pure Guru’s teaching.
What harm have the hair done, you shave them hundred times. Why not shave the mind, that’s filled with poisonous thoughts.
Give so much O God, suffice to envelop my clan I should not suffer cravings, nor the visitor goes unfed.
Slowly slowly O’ mind, everything in own pace happens.
Gardner may water a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season.
Blessing it is to talk with the wise Talking with stupid is waste of time Says Kabir, Half full is forever swaying The fulfilled prefers staying calm.
Worry is the bandit that eats into one’s heart. What the doctor can do, what remedy to impart?
Don’t be so proud and vain
Looking at your high mansion
Death makes one lie on bare land
And grass will grow thereon.
The man who is kind and practices righteousness, who remains passive in the affairs of the world, who considers creatures of the world as his own self, he attains the immortal Being; the true God is ever with him.
Speak such words, sans ego’s ploy Body
remains composed, giving the listener joy.
- Sri Aurobindo Indian Mystic, Philosopher, Poet
- Basava Indian Hindu Philosopher
- Pythagoras Greek Philosopher
- Paramahansa Yogananda Indian Hindu Mystic
- Ramana Maharshi Indian Hindu Mystic
- Swami Vivekananda Indian Hindu Mystic
- Patanjali Indian Hindu Philosopher
- Nagarjuna Indian Buddhist Philosopher
- Mohandas K. Gandhi Indian Hindu Political leader
- Dada J. P. Vaswani Indian Hindu Philosopher