tu surat nahin nihaar wah anD mein sara hai
tū sūrat nahīñ nihār vah anD meñ saarā hai
tū hirde soch vichār yah des hamārā hai
satgurū daras ho jab bhaa.ī vah deñ tum ko prem chitā.ī
surat-nirat ke bhed batā.ī tab dekhe anD kai paarā hai
sakal jagat meñ sat kī nagrī chitt bhulāvai bāñkī Dagrī
so pahuñche chāle bin pag rī aisā khel apārā hai
Open your eyes of love, and see Him who pervades this world I 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.
liilā sukkh anant vahāñ kī
jahāñ rās-vilās apārā hai
gahaj-tajan chhūTai yah paa.ī
phir nahi paanā satānā hai
When we know this, then all our receiving and renouncing is over;
Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us more.
pad nirvān hai anant apārā surati-murati lok pasārā
satt purush nūtan tan dhārā sāhib sakal ruup saarā hai
bāg-bagīche khilī phulvārī amrit lahrai ho rahī jaarī
hansā kel karat tahñ bhārī jahñ anhad ghūrai apārā hai
tā madh adhar sihāsan gājai purush mahā tahñ adhik virājai
koTin sur rom ik lājai aisā purush dīdārā hai
panth binā sat-rāg udhāraiñ jo bedhat hiye manjhārā hai
janm-janm kā amrit dhārā jahñ adhar-amrit phuhārā hai
sat se satt sunn kahlā.ī satt bhañDār yaahi ke māñhī
nih-tat rachnā taahi rachā.ī jo sabhin te nyārā hai
ahad lok vahāñ hai bhaa.ī purush anāmī akah kahā.ī
jo pahuñche jānege vaahī kahan sunan te nyārā hai
rūp-sarūp kachhu vañh nahīñ Thaur-Thā.v kachhu dīsai nahīñ
ajar-tūl kachhu drishTi na aa.ī kaise kahūñ sumārā hai
jāpar kirpā karihaiñ sā.īñ anhad mārag gāvai taahī
udbhav paralai pāvat nahīñ jab pāvai dīdārā ho
kahae 'kabīr' mukh kahā na jaa.ī nā kāgad par añk chaḌhā.ī
mānoñ gūñge-sam guḌ khaa.ī kaise bachan uchārā ho
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 blossom; 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, where on 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.
Kabir 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?
tu surat nahin nihaar wah anD mein sara hai
tu hirde soch wichaar yah des hamara hai
satguru daras ho jab bhai wah den tum ko prem chitai
surat-nirat ke bhed batai tab dekhe anD kai para hai
sakal jagat mein sat ki nagri chitt bhulawai banki Dagri
so pahunche chaale bin pag ri aisa khel apara hai
Open your eyes of love, and see Him who pervades this world I 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.
lila sukkh anant wahan ki
jahan ras-wilas apara hai
gahaj-tajan chhuTai yah pai
phir nahi pana satana hai
When we know this, then all our receiving and renouncing is over;
Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us more.
pad nirwan hai anant apara surati-murati lok pasara
satt purush nutan tan dhaara sahib sakal rup sara hai
bag-bagiche khili phulwari amrit lahrai ho rahi jari
hansa kel karat tahn bhaari jahn anhad ghurai apara hai
ta madh adhar sihasan gajai purush maha tahn adhik wirajai
koTin sur rom ek lajai aisa purush didara hai
panth bina sat-rag udhaarain jo bedhat hiye manjhaara hai
janm-janm ka amrit dhaara jahn adhar-amrit phuhaara hai
sat se satt sunn kahlai satt bhanDar yahi ke manhi
nih-tat rachna tahi rachai jo sabhin te nyara hai
ahad lok wahan hai bhai purush anami akah kahai
jo pahunche jaanege wahi kahan sunan te nyara hai
rup-sarup kachhu wanh nahin Thaur-Thaw kachhu disai nahin
ajar-tul kachhu drishTi na aai kaise kahun sumara hai
japar kirpa karihain sain anhad marag gawai tahi
udbhaw paralai pawat nahin jab pawai didara ho
kahae 'kabir' mukh kaha na jai na kagad par ank chaDhai
manon gunge-sam guD khai kaise bachan uchaara ho
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 blossom; 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, where on 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.
Kabir 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?
- Book : Kabir Samagra (Pg. 779)
- Author :Kabeer
- Publication : Hindi Pracharak Publication PVT, Varanasi (2001)
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