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Kabir

I lived from 1398-1448. I was from India, and am in the Asian category.

Many legends abound about the birth, life and death of Kabir, one of India's most quoted poets and mystics. His birth itself is shrouded in mystery, some say he was the son of a Brahman widow, others that he was of virgin birth, what is known though is that he was brought up in a family of muslim weavers. He was never formally educated and was almost completely illiterate. According to legend, the only word that he ever learned how to write was "Rama".

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Links of interest include http://www.poetseers.org/the_poetseers/kabir/kabir_index

My poetry

  • Dohas (Couplets) I (with translation)
    Chalti Chakki Dekh Kar, Diya Kabira Roye
    Dui Paatan Ke Beech Mein,Sabit Bacha Na
    53 lines, 23 comments
  • Dohas II (with translation)
    Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu Roye
    Aise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye
    74 lines, 11 comments
  • Illusion and Reality
    What is seen is not the Truth
    What is cannot be said
    28 lines, 7 comments
  • I Said To The Wanting-Creature Inside Me
    I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
    What is this river you want to cross?
    18 lines, 8 comments
  • There's A Moon Inside My Body
    There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
    A moon and a sun.
    9 lines, 3 comments
  • Tell me Brother
    TELL me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?
    When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment about me:
    7 lines, 4 comments
  • Where do you search me
    Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande
    Mein To Tere Paas Mein
    43 lines, 6 comments
  • Poem 2
    WHEN He Himself reveals Himself, Brahma brings into manifestation That which can never be seen.
    As the seed is in the plant, as the shade is in the tree, as th
    16 lines
  • Abode Of The Beloved
    Sakhiya Wah Ghar Sabse Nyara,
    Jaha Puran Purush Humara
    62 lines, 4 comments
  • Poem 4
    O HOW may I ever express that secret word?
    O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
    7 lines, 2 comments
  • Poem 3
    WITHIN this earthen vessel are bowers and groves, and within it is the Creator:
    Within this vessel are the seven oceans and the unnumbered stars.
    5 lines
  • Poem 5
    PLAYED day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly afraid.
    So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its stairs: yet I must not be shy,
    5 lines
  • Poem 6
    TELL me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
    From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
    7 lines
  • Poem 8
    THE river and its waves are one
    surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?
    6 lines
  • Poem 7
    O LORD Increate, who will serve Thee?
    Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation: each day he receives service--
    7 lines
  • Poem 9
    WHERE Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
    There the streams of light flow in all directions;
    11 lines
  • Tentacles of Time
    The Moon Dies, The Sun Dies
    The Earth and Sky Die Too |
    35 lines, 1 comment
  • The Swan flies away
    Ud Jayega Huns Akela,
    Jug Darshan Ka Mela
    31 lines, 1 comment
  • The Light of the Sun
    THE light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright:
    The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love's detachment bea
    73 lines
  • Poem 15
    LAMPS burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
    One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will f
    8 lines
  • Between the Poles of the Conscious
    BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
    Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and
    5 lines
  • Are you looking for me?
    Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.
    My shoulder is against yours.
    13 lines, 3 comments
  • I have been thinking
    I have been thinking of the difference between water
    and the waves on it. Rising,
    14 lines
  • Poem 14
    To what shore would you cross, O my heart? there is no traveller before you, there is no road:
    Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that shore?
    9 lines
  • Poem 13
    O MY heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake!
    Run to the feet of your Beloved: for
    4 lines
  • maddh âkas' âp jahân baithe
    THE middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light;
    There, where the pure and white music
    4 lines
  • The bhakti path...
    The bhakti path winds in a delicate way.
    On this path there is no asking and no not asking.
    8 lines
  • The Time Before Death
    Friend? hope for the Guest while you are alive.
    Jump into experience while you are alive!
    26 lines

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