kaun murlī shabd sun ānand bhayau
jot jar bin baatī
binā muul ke kamal pargaT bhayau
fulvā phūlay bhāñti bhāñtī
jaise chakor chandarmā chitvai
jaise chātrk savāñtī
taise sant surat ke ho ke
ho gaye janam sañghātī
What is that flute whose music thrills me with joy? The flame burns without a lamp;
The lotus blossoms without a root;
Flowers bloom in clusters;
The moon-bird is devoted to the moon;
With all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain;
But upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?
kaun murli shabd sun aanand bhayau
jot jar bin baati
bina mul ke kamal pargaT bhayau
fulwa phulay bhanti bhanti
jaise chakor chandarma chitwai
jaise chatrk sawanti
taise sant surat ke ho ke
ho gaye janam sanghati
What is that flute whose music thrills me with joy? The flame burns without a lamp;
The lotus blossoms without a root;
Flowers bloom in clusters;
The moon-bird is devoted to the moon;
With all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain;
But upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?
- Book : Kabir Samagra (Pg. 773)
- Author :Kabeer
- Publication : Hindi Pracharak Publication PVT, Varanasi (2001)
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