- Place before the sun a burning candle,
And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze.
The candle exists no longer
But is transformed
Into the light.
- Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
My shoulder is against yours.
You will not find me in stupas, not in Indian shrine
Rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:
Not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding
Around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables.
When you really look for me, you will see me instantly---
You will find me in the tiniest house of time.
Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?
He is the breath inside the breath.
- The darkness of night is coming along fast, and
The shadows of love close in the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west, and disappear into the air inside you.
Near your breastbone there is an open flower.
Drink the honey that is all around that flower.
Waves are coming in:
There is so much magnificence near the ocean!
Listen: Sound of big seashells! Sound of bells!
Kabir says Friend, listen, this is what I have to say:
The Guest I love is inside me!
Your body is my prayer carpet,
For I can see in your eyes
That you are exquisitely woven
With the finest silk and wool.
- Come, come whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair;
Ours is a caravan of joy.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times
Come, come, yet again, come.