I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!—
And God stepped out on space,
And He looked around and said,
Let me do my work each day; and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the des
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
Time is endless in thy hands, my lord.
There is none to count thy minutes.
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
Till dawn the winds' insuperable throng passed over like archangels in their might,
Three days I heard them grieve when I lay dead,
(It was so strange to me that they should weep!)
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
A moon and a sun.
by Kabir
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There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
Awal hamad khuda da vird karye
Ishq kita su jag da mool mian
And now it was evening.
And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken."
Vultures a-wing have sullied the glory of the sky;
The winds bear on their pinions the horror of Death's
My name is Kaspar. I the incense bear.
The glamour of the Star has made me wise.
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying:
Nami danam chi manzil bood shab jaay ki man boodam;
Baharsu raqs-e bismil bood shab jaay ki man boodam.
God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Make me, O Lord, Thy spinning-wheel complete.
Thy holy word my distaff make for me.
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, sufi, or zen. Not any religion
The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
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