Listen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within.
KABIRListen to me, my Friend! My beloved Lord is within.
KABIRAs long as I talked unceasingly about the Lord,The Lord stayed away, kept at a distance.But when I silenced my mouth, sat very stillAnd fixed my mind at the doorway of the Lord,I was linked to the music of the Word,And all my talking came to an end.
KABIRAre you looking for the Holy One? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.
KABIRThe Beloved is inside you and also inside me. You know the tree is hidden inside the seed. Let your arrogance go. None of us has gone far. Inside love there is more power than we realize.
KABIRTake a pitcher full of water and set it down in the water-now it has water inside and water outside. We mustn’t give it a name, lest silly people start talking again about the body and the soul.
KABIRListen, my friend. He who loves understands.
KABIRI am not a Hindu, Nor a Muslim, I am this body, a play Of five elements a drama Of the spirit dancing With joy and sorrow.
KABIRMy Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.
KABIRGod, provide me with enough sustenance that my family is taken care of, that neither I remain hungry, nor does my guest go unfed.
KABIRWhen you really look for me you will see me instantly.
KABIRThe world will die, but I shall not die.If God dies, then I will die;If he does not die, then why should I die?
KABIRSeeking Why run around sprinkling holy water? There’s an ocean inside you, and when you’re ready you’ll drink.
KABIRWithin the body there is played Music unending, though without stringed instruments That music of the Word pervades the entire creation Who listens to it is freed from all illusion.
KABIRWear a crown of flowers on your head, let its roots reach your heart.
KABIRForgiveness is a game only saints play Kabir.
KABIRA learned man’s knowledge will be of no avail to him if he doesn’t have control over his tongue.
KABIR