Kabir’s Spiritual Poems – Song’s of Kabir

We have collected a few rare spiritual poems from the masterpiece ‘Song’s of Kabir’ by the great mystic poet Kabir, one of the handful of spiritual geniuses whose realization transcends all barriers of dogma, religion, country and civilization.

1
Don’t not go to the garden of flowers!
O Friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals
of the lotus, and there gaze on the
Infinite Beauty.

2
The moon shines in my body, but
my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is withing me, and so is the
sun.
The unstuck drum of Eternity is
sound within me; but my deaf
ears cannot hear it.

So long as man clamours for the I and
the Mine, his works are as naught:
When all love of the I and the Mine is
dead, then the work of the Lord
is done.
For work has no other aim than the
getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put
away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when
the fruit comes, the flower withers.

3
I laugh when I hear that the fish
in the water is thirsty:
You do not see that the Real is in your
home, and you wander from forest
to forest listlessly!
Here is the truth! Go where you will,
to Benares or to Mathura; if you
do not find your soul, the world is
unreal to you.

4
The true Name is like none other
name!
The dinstinction of the Conditioned
from the Unconditioned is but a
word:
The Unconditioned is the seed, the
Conditioned is the flowers and the
fruit.
Knowledge is the branch, and the
Name is the roots.
Look, and see where the root is: hap-
pines shall be yours when you
come to the root.
The root will lead you to the branch,
the leaf, the flower, and the fruit:
It is the encounter with the Lord, it is
the attainment of bliss, it is the
reconciliation of the Conditioned
and the Unconditioned.

5
Clouds thicken in the sky! O,
listen to the deep voice of their
roaring;
The rain comes from the east with its
monotonous murmur.
Take care of the fences and boundaries
of your fields, lest the rains over-
flow them;
Prepare the soil of deliverance, and let
the creepers of love and renuncia-
tion be soaked in this shower.
It is the prudent farmer who will bring
his harvest home; he shall
both his vessels, and feed both
the wise men and the saints.

Source: Songs of Kabir, by Kabir, translated by Rabindranath Tagore