More Kabir

If a true seeker
falls asleep
dear friend
awaken him!

But there are some
who are better
left sleeping:
a fool, a tiger
and a serpent.

O Kabir
look at it,
this instrument -
all its strings are broken,
it makes no music now,
the musician is gone!

Can there be
any music
without him?

I send letters
to my Lover
as though He were
in another land.

O how I forget
that He resides here
in my eyes,
in my heart,
receiving messages
of my love
at all times!

Struck
with the arrow of
my Master's Love,
speechless
and without wit
become I,
deaf and paralysed!

Ah, what consciousness!

The beads
turn in your hand
the tongue
moves in your mouth
and the mind
drifts
in all directions!

O seeker
don't fool yourself,
this is not meditation!

Ah, what song of love
has burst forth,
yet what silence
has descended
upon me!

Like a dumb man,
having tasted
the sweetest of fruits,
I can merely smile,
but say nothing!

O Brother
all that is born
must die,
that is the law of nature!

The fool believes it to be
the end of the journey,
the wise man knows
it is only a step
in the journey!