Kabir The
Forgotten Language 7
To what
shore would you cross, o my heart?
there is no traveler before you, there is no
road.
where is
the movement, where is the rest, on that shore?
there is no
water; no boat, no boatman is there;
there is
not so much as a rope to tow the boat, nor a man to draw it.
no earth,
no sky, no time, nothing, is there: no shore, no ford!
there,
there is neither body nor mind and where is the place that shall still
the thirst
of the soul? you shall find naught in that emptiness.
be strong,
and enter into your own body: for there your foothold is firm.
consider it
well, o my heart! go not elsewhere.
kabir says:
”put all imagination away, and stand fast in that which you are.”
it is the
mercy of my true guru that has made me to know the unknown;
i have
learned from him how to walk without feet, to see without eyes, to
hear
without ears, to drink without mouth, to fly without wings;
i have
brought my love and my meditation into the land where there is no sun
and moon,
nor day and night.
without
eating, i have tasted of the sweetness of nectar, and without water,
i have
quenched my thirst.
where there
is the response of delight, there is the fullness of joy.
before whom
can that joy be uttered?
kabir says:”the
guru is great beyond words, and great is the good fortune
of the
disciple.”
Kabir The
Forgotten Language
