You are here

Poem LXXVIII

III. 63. kahain Kabîr, s'uno ho sâdho

Kabîr says: "O Sadhu! hear my deathless words. If you want your
  own good, examine and consider them well.
You have estranged yourself from the Creator, of whom you have
  sprung: you have lost your reason, you have bought death.
All doctrines and all teachings are sprung from Him, from Him
  they grow: know this for certain, and have no fear.
Hear from me the tidings of this great truth!
Whose name do you sing, and on whom do you meditate? O, come
  forth from this entanglement!
He dwells at the heart of all things, so why take refuge in empty
  desolation?
If you place the Guru at a distance from you, then it is but the
  distance that you honour:
If indeed the Master be far away, then who is it else that is
  creating this world?
When you think that He is not here, then you wander further and
  further away, and seek Him in vain with tears.
Where He is far off, there He is unattainable: where He is near,
  He is very bliss.
Kabîr says: "Lest His servant should suffer pain He pervades him
  through and through."
Know yourself then, O Kabîr; for He is in you from head to foot.
Sing with gladness, and keep your seat unmoved within your heart.