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The Songs of Kabir

Translated by Tagore, R. (1915)

Compiled by Saraswati, January 2017

Kabir

The poet Kabir was born in Varanasi, India in 1440 ce to Muslim parents and is one of the most interesting figures in Indian mysticism. Early in his life Kabir became the disciple of Sri Ramanda, a Vaishnava, devotional poet-saint who was a pioneer in the rapidly growing Bhakti movement of the 15th century. Sri Ramanda’s teachings expressed a personal devotion to Lord Vishnu, as representing the personal aspect of Divine Nature; the religion of love. Additionally, he was known particularly to accept anyone as disciple without discriminating by gender, class, caste or religion.

Kabir and the saint Sri Ramananda                        The young boy– Kabır, in whom religious passion was innate, saw in Sri Ramananda his destined teacher, but he knew how slight were the chances that a Hindu guru would accept a Muslim as disciple. He therefore hid upon the steps of the river Ganga, where Ramananda was accustomed to bathe. The master, coming down to the water, stepped upon his body unexpectedly, and exclaimed in his astonishment, “Ram! Ram!”– the name of the incarnation under which he worshipped God. Kabır then declared that he had received the mantra of initiation from Ramananda’s lips, and was by it admitted to discipleship. In spite of the protests of orthodox Brahmans and Muslims, both equally annoyed by this contempt of propriety, he persisted in his claim; thus exhibiting in action that very principle of religious synthesis and the emerging Bhakti religion which Ramananda had sought to establish.

 

Kabir’s Poem III. 48.

 Tû Surat Nain Nihâr  | Admiring You with Eyes of Love (This is my guess of translation…)

 (The first offering is a partial version of Kabir’s poem lll.48, followed by the full-length poem.)

When you meet the true Guru, HE will awaken your heart.

HE will tell you the secret of love and detachment, and then you will know indeed that HE transcends this universe.

HE is the Ultimate Rest unbounded.

HE has spread HIS form of love throughout all of the world.

From that ray which is Truth, streams of new forms are perpetually springing and HE pervades those forms.

 There the Unstruck music eddies around the Infinite One.

There, in the midst, the Throne of the Unheld is shining, where on the great Being sits — millions of suns are shamed by the radiance of a single hair on HIS body.

 On the harp of the road, what true melodies are being sounded!

And its notes pierce the heart.

There the eternal fountain is playing its endless life-streams of birth and death.

                                                                                    ~ Kabir (lll.48)

 

Kabir’s Poem III. 48

(Full-length)

Open your eyes of love, and see Him who pervades this world, consider it well, and know that this is your own country.
When you meet the true Guru, He will awaken your heart;
He will tell you the secret of love and detachment, and then you will know 
indeed that He transcends this universe. 


This world is the City of Truth; its maze of paths enchants the heart.
We can reach the goal without crossing the road, such is the sport unending.
Where the ring of manifold joys ever dances about Him,
there is the sport of Eternal Bliss.

When we know this, then all our receiving and renouncing is over;
Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us more.

 He is the Ultimate Rest unbounded.
He has spread His form of love throughout all the world.
From that ray which is Truth, streams of new forms are perpetually springing: and He pervades those forms.

All the gardens and groves and bowers are abounding with blossoms; and the air breaks forth into ripples of joy.
There the swan plays a wonderful game,
There the Unstruck music eddies around the Infinite One;
There in the midst the Throne of the Unheld is shining, whereon the great Being sits–

Millions of suns are shamed by the radiance of a single hair of His body.
On the harp of the road what true melodies are being sounded! And its notes pierce the heart.
There the Eternal Fountain is playing its endless life-streams of birth and death.
They call Him Emptiness who is the Truth of truths, in Whom all truths are stored!

 There within Him creation goes forward, which is beyond all philosophy; for philosophy cannot attain to Him:
There is an endless world, O my Brother!  
And there is the Nameless Being, of Whom naught can be said.

 Only he knows it, Who has reached that region: it is other than all that is heard and said.
No form, no body, no length, no breadth is seen there: how can I tell you that which it is?
He comes to the Path of the Infinite on whom the grace of the Lord descends: he is freed from births and deaths who attains to Him.

Kabîr says: “It cannot be told by the words of the mouth, it cannot be written on paper;
It is like a dumb person who tastes a sweet thing–how shall it be explained?”

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