Kabir, this is the abode of love
Not the house of an aunt
Only that one can enter here
Who has relinquished all pride.

If I say one, It is not
If I say two, it will be a violation
Let ‘It’ be what ‘It’ is
says Kabir upon contemplation

Liberation comes not in seclusion listen O ignorant jiva
Enter the arena, says Kabir and combat with the senses.

Eons have passed whirling rosary, restless remains the mind
Give up the beads of rosary and rotate the beads of mind.

Begging is like perishing, none should go imploring
It is better to die than beg, this is pure Guru’s teaching

I searched for the crooked, met not a single one
When searched myself, “I” found the crooked one

Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens
Gardener may water with a hundred pots, fruit arrives only in its season.

Arise from slumber O Kabir, divest yourself of the rubbish deeds
Be focused and illumine the path on which you were meant to tread

When “I” was then Hari was not, Now Hari “is” and “I” am not
All the darkness illusions mitigated, When I saw the light illumination within.

Kabir, save the wealth that ‘remains’ in the moment ultimate
Departing with a crown of material wealth, none has crossed the gate.

First the pangs of separation
Then grows the thirst for Love
Says Kabir then only hope
For the union to materialize.

When you were born in this world
Everyone laughed while you cried
Did not conduct yourself in manner such
That they laugh when you are gone

Lift the veil
that obscures
the heart
and there
you will find
what you are
looking for

Kabir says
Don’t be so proud and vain
Looking at your high mansion
Death makes one lie on bare land
And grass will grow thereon.
Kabir says
Don’t be so proud and vain
The clutches of Time are dark
Who knows where shall it kill
Whether at home or abroad