Hope For Him – Kabir

O friend! hope for Him whilst you live, know whilst you live,
understand whilst you live: for in life deliverance abides.
If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of
deliverance in death?
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall have union with Him
because it has passed from the body:
If He is found now, He is found then,
If not, we do but go to dwell in the City of Death.
If you have union now, you shall have it hereafter.
Bathe in the truth, know the true Guru, have faith in the true
Name!
Kabîr says: ‘It is the Spirit of the quest which helps; I am the slave of this Spirit of the quest.

The Spiritual Athlete Often Changes The Color Of His Clothes – Kabir

The spiritual athlete often changes the color of his clothes,
and his mind remains gray and loveless.

He sits inside a shrine room all day,
so that the Guest has to go outdoors and praise the rocks.

Or he drills holes in his ears, his hair grows
enormous and matted,
people mistake him for a goat…
He goes out into wilderness areas, strangles his impulses,
and makes himself neither male nor female…

He shaves his skull, puts his robe in an orange vat,
reads the Bhagavad-Gita, and becomes a terrific talker.

Kabir says: Actually you are going in a hearse
to the country of death,
bound hand and foot!

I Talk To My Inner Lover, And I Say, Why Such Rush? – Kabir

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants—
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother’s womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that’s why eveything you do has some weird
failure in it.

The Bhakti Path – Kabir 

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.

The Bride Soul – Kabir 

When will that day dawn, Mother; 

When the One I took birth for 

Holds me to His heart with deathless love? 

I long for the bliss of divine union. 

I long to lose my body, mind, and soul 

And become one with my husband. 

When will that day dawn, Mother? 

Husband, fulfil now the longing I have had 

Since before the universe was made. 

Enter me completely and release me. 

In terrible lonely years without You 

I yearn and yearn for You. 

I spend sleepless nights hunting for You, 

Gazing into darkness after You, 

With unblinking hopeless eyes. 

When will that day dawn, Mother? 

When will my Lord hold me to His heart? 

My empty bed, like a hungry tigress, 

Devours me whenever I try to sleep. 

Listen to your slave’s prayer – 

Come and put out this blaze of agony 

That consumes my soul and body. 

When will He hold me to His heart? 

When will that day dawn, Mother? 

Kabir sings, “If I ever meet You, my Beloved, 

I’ll cling to you so fiercely You melt into me; 

I’ll sing from inside You songs of union, 

World-dissolving songs of Eternal Bliss.”

The Moon Shines In My Body – Kabir 

The moon shines in my body, 

but my blind eyes cannot see it: 

The moon is within me, 

and so is the sun. 
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; 

but my deaf ears cannot hear it. 
So long as man clamours for the ‘I’ and the ‘Mine’, 

his works are as naught: 

When all love of the ‘I’ and the ‘Mine’ is dead, 

then the work of the Lord is done. 
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge: 

When that comes, then work is put away. 
The flower blooms for the fruit: 

when the fruit comes, the flower withers. 

The musk is in the deer, 

but it seeks it not within itself: 

it wanders in quest of grass.

The Self Forgets Itself – Kabir 

The self forgets itself 

as a frantic dog in a glass temple 

barks himself to death; 

as a lion, seeing a form in the well, 

leaps on the image; 

as a rutting elephant sticks his tusk 

in a crystal boulder. 

The monkey has his fistful of sweets 

and won’t let go. So 

from house to house 

he gibbers. 

Kabir says, parrot-on-a-pole: 

who has caught you?

Where Spring, The Lord Of The Seasons – Kabir

Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, 

there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself, 

There the streams of light flow in all directions; 

Few are the men who can cross to that shore! 
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded, 

Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, 

Where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas, 

Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, 

Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky, 

Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, 

Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the veena 

There is my Lord self-revealed: 

and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.

Within This Earthen Vessel – Kabir

WITHIN this earthen vessel are bowers and groves, 

and within it is the Creator: 

Within this vessel are the seven oceans 

and the unnumbered stars. 

The touchstone and the jewel-appraiser are within; 

and within this vessel the Eternal soundeth, 

and the spring wells up. 

Kabîr says: 

‘Listen to me, my Friend! 

My beloved Lord is within.’

The Self Forgets Itself – Kabir

The self forgets itself 

as a frantic dog in a glass temple 

barks himself to death; 

as a lion, seeing a form in the well, 

leaps on the image; 

as a rutting elephant sticks his tusk 

in a crystal boulder. 

The monkey has his fistful of sweets 

and won’t let go. So 

from house to house 

he gibbers. 

Kabir says, parrot-on-a-pole: 

who has caught you?

There’s A Moon Inside My Body – Kabir 

THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: 

The moon is within me, and so is the sun. 

The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it. 
So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine, his works are as naught: 

When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then the work of the Lord is done. 

For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge: 

When that comes, then work is put away. 
The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower withers. 

The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it wanders in quest of grass.

Where Spring, The Lord Of The Seasons – Kabir

Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, 

there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself, 

There the streams of light flow in all directions; 

Few are the men who can cross to that shore! 
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded, 

Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, 

Where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas, 

Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, 

Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky, 

Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, 

Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the veena 

There is my Lord self-revealed: 

and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.

Poem – Where Spring, The Lord Of The Seasons – Kabir 

Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, 

there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself, 

There the streams of light flow in all directions; 

Few are the men who can cross to that shore! 
There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded, 

Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, 

Where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas, 

Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, 

Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky, 

Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, 

Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the veena 

There is my Lord self-revealed: 

and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.

Poem – The Swan Flies Away – Kabir 

The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone, 

Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair 

As the Leaf Falls from the Tree 

Is Difficult to Find 

Who Knows Where it Will Fall 

Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind 

When Life Span is Complete 

Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over 

The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong 

It’s an Entanglement with the Yama 

Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord 

He Finds the Lord Soon 

Guru Will Go According to His Doings 

The Disciple According to His!

Poem – The Last Flight – Kabir 

The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone, 

Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair 

As the Leaf Falls from the Tree 

Is Difficult to Find 

Who Knows Where it Will Fall 

Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind 

When Life Span is Complete 

Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over 

The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong 

It’s an Entanglement with the Yama 

Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord 

He Finds the Lord Soon 

Guru Will Go According to His Doings 

The Disciple According to His 

Poem – Friend, Hope For The Guest While You Are Alive – Kabir

Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive. 

Jump into experience while you are alive! 

Think… and think… while you are alive. 

What you call ‘salvation’ belongs to the time 

before death. 
If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive, 

do you think 

ghosts will do it after? 
The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic 

just because the body is rotten— 

that is all fantasy. 

What is found now is found then. 

If you find nothing now, 

you will simply end up with an apartment 

in the City of Death. 

If you make love with the divine now, in the next life 

you will have the face of satisfied desire. 
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is, 

believe in the Great Sound! 
Kabir says this: When the Guest is being search for, 

it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest 

that does all the work. 

Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

Poem – Tell Me, O Swan, Your Ancient Tale – Kabir

Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale. 

From what land do you come, 

O Swan? to what shore will you fly? 

Where would you take your rest, 

O Swan, and what do you seek? 
Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me! 

There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: 

where the terror of Death is no more. 

There the woods of spring are a-bloom, 

and the fragrant scent ‘He is I’ is borne on the wind: 

There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, 

and desires no other joy.

Poem – When He Himself Reveals Himself -Kabir 

When he himself reveals himself, 

Brahma brings into manifestation 

That which can never be seen. 
As the seed is in the plant, 

as the shade is in the tree, 

as the void is in the sky, 

as infinite forms are in the void- 
So from beyond the Infinite, 

the Infinite comes; 

and from the Infinite the finite extends. 
The creature is in Brahma, 

and Brahma is in the creature: 

they are ever distinct, 

yet ever united. 
He Himself is the tree, the seed, and the germ. 

He Himself is the flower, the fruit, and the shade. 

He Himself is the sun, the light, and the lighted. 

He Himself is Brahma, creature, and Maya. 

He Himself is the manifold form, the infinite space; 

He is the breath, the word, and the meaning. 
He Himself is the limit and the limitless: 

and beyond both the limited and the limitless is He, 

the Pure Being. 
He is the Immanent Mind in Brahma and in the creature. 
The Supreme Soul is seen within the soul, 

The Point is seen within the Supreme Soul, 

And within the Point, the reflection is seen again. 

Kabîr is blest because he has this supreme vision!

Poem – How Humble Is God – Kabir

God is the tree in the forests that 

allows itself to die and will not defend itself in front of those 

with the ax, not wanting to cause them 

shame. 
And God is the earth that will allow itself to 

be deformed by man’s tools, but He cries; yes, God cries, 

but only in front of His closest ones. 
And a beautiful animal is being beaten to death, 

but nothing can make God break His silence 

to the masses 

and say, 
“Stop, please stop, why are you doing this 

to Me? ” 
How humble is God? 

Kabir wept 

when I 

knew.

Poem – The Bhakti Path – Kabir 

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.

Poem – The Swan Flies Away – Kabir 

The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone, 
Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair 

As the Leaf Falls from the Tree 

Is Difficult to Find 

Who Knows Where it Will Fall 

Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind 

When Life Span is Complete 

Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over 

The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong 

It’s an Entanglement with the Yama 

Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord 

He Finds the Lord Soon 

Guru Will Go According to His Doings 

The Disciple According to His!

Poem – The Bhakti Path – Kabir 

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.

Poem –  Having Crossed The River – Kabir 

Having crossed the river, 

where will you go, O friend? 

There’s no road to tread, 

No traveler ahead, 

Neither a beginning, nor an end. 

There’s no water, no boat, no boatman, no cord; 

No earth is there, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford. 

You have forgotten the Self within, 

Your search in the void will be in vain; 

In a moment the life will ebb 

And in this body you won’t remain. 

Be ever conscious of this, O friend, 

You’ve to immerse within your Self; 

Kabir says, salvation you won’t then need, 

For what you are, you would be indeed.

Poem – Brother I’ve seen Some – Kabir

Brother, I’ve seen some 
Astonishing sights: 

A lion keeping watch 

Over pasturing cows; 

A mother delivered 

After her son was; 

A guru prostrated 

Before his disciple; 

Fish spawning 

On treetops; 

A cat carrying away 

A dog; 

A gunny-sack 

Driving a bullock-cart; 

A buffalo going out to graze, 

Sitting on a horse; 

A tree with its branches in the earth, 

Its roots in the sky; 

A tree with flowering roots. 
This verse, says Kabir, 

Is your key to the universe. 

If you can figure it out.

Poem – Between The Poles Of The Conscious – Kabir

BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway. 

Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there: 

Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on. 

All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form: 

And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.

Poem – Abode Of The Beloved – Kabir

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 Elemental Constituents and the Trinity Are Both Not There 

Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.
No Root or Flower, Neither Branch or Seed, 

Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning, 

Primordial Om Sound, Breath-Synchronized Soham, 

This and That – All Are Absent, The Breath Too Unknown 
Where the Beloved Is There is Utterly Nothing 

Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize. 

Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign 

Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation.

Poem – Chewing Slowly – Kabir 

Chewing slowly, 

Only after I’d eaten

My grandmother, 

Mother, 

Son-in-law, 

Two brothers-in-law, 

And father-in-law 

(His big family included) 

In that order, 

And had for dessert 

The town’s inhabitants, 

Did I find, says Kabir, 

The beloved that I’ve become 

One with.

Poem – Where Do You Search Me – Kabir 

Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande 
Mein To Tere Paas Mein 

Na Teerath Mein, Na Moorat Mein 

Na Ekant Niwas Mein 

Na Mandir Mein, Na Masjid Mein 

Na Kabe Kailas Mein 

Mein To Tere Paas Mein Bande 

Mein To Tere Paas Mein 

Na Mein Jap Mein, Na Mein Tap Mein 

Na Mein Barat Upaas Mein 

Na Mein Kiriya Karm Mein Rehta 

Nahin Jog Sanyas Mein 

Nahin Pran Mein Nahin Pind Mein 

Na Brahmand Akas Mein 

Na Mein Prakuti Prawar Gufa Mein 

Nahin Swasan Ki Swans Mein 

Khoji Hoye Turat Mil Jaoon 

Ik Pal Ki Talas Mein 

Kahet Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho 

Mein To Hun Viswas Mein 

English Translation: 

Where do you search me? 

I am with you 

Not in pilgrimage, nor in icons 

Neither in solitudes 

Not in temples, nor in mosques 

Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash 

I am with you O man 

I am with you 

Not in prayers, nor in meditation 

Neither in fasting 

Not in yogic exercises 

Neither in renunciation 

Neither in the vital force nor in the body 

Not even in the ethereal space 

Neither in the womb of Nature 

Not in the breath of the breath 

Seek earnestly and discover 

In but a moment of search 

Says Kabir, Listen with care 

Where your faith is, I am there.

Poem – Are You Looking for Me ? – Kabir 

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. 

you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine 

rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: 

not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding 

around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but 

vegetables. 
When you really look for me, you will see me 

instantly — 

you will find me in the tiniest house of time. 
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? 

He is the breath inside the breath.