THE SORROWLESS LAND

Following a path that couldn't be followed
I came to the sorrowless land.
The mercy of the Lord was upon me.
Though he is called unattainable,
I saw Him without sight.

Kabir says:" Reaching this land,
The ignorant grow wise,
The wise fall speechless with silence,
The worshipper becomes utterly drunk.
Made perfect in wisdom and detachment,
One breathes in with love, and with love breathes out."

~Kabir

I am so lucky to be on my friend's computer again, reading this beautiful poetry.
Thank you very much.

Gisele

I really love this poem. Kabir is also one of my favorite authors. This website has so much beautiful material.

Christina

I missed this very early post.

Thank you for sharing the Kabir.

Love,
Vicky
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This union with the guru, O Kabir,
Sets me free; like salt mingled
With flour, I am no more I!

Now I have no caste, no creed,
I am no more what I am!

O dear brother!
By what name would you call me?



I do not quote from the scriptures;
I simply see what I see.

When the bride is one
with her lover,
who cares about
the wedding party?



I am not a Hindu,
Nor a Muslim am I!

I am this body, a play
Of five elements; a drama
Of the spirit dancing
With joy and sorrow.



A drop
Melting into the sea,
Everyone can see.
But the sea
Absorped
In a drop--
A rare one
can follow!



I am looking at you,
You at him,
Kabir asks, how to solve
This puzzle--
You, he, and I?



Dying, dying, the world
Is dying only.
But lo! None knows how to die
In such a way
That he dies never again.



Man, here is your worth:
Your meat is of no use!
Your bones cannot be sold
For making ornaments,
And your skin cannot be played
On an instrument!

Kabir
Translated by Azfar Hussain