Poem by Kabir
Who shares my secret
Alone knows, o friend,
The mystery of my homeland.
Where rain pours down
Drops with a divine taste,
Neither salty nor sweet;
Where in the mansion of Sunn
Endless reverberate
The sonourous melodies
Of kingri, sitar and been.
Who shares my secret
Alone knows, o friend,
The mystery of my homeland.
Where all the lights of the world
Put together, fade with shame
Before the light of the region of Brahm.
Beyond that, beyond, in the realm
Of the Inaccessible, the Boundless,
Is the land where lives Kabir,
But only a Gurmukh will,
Through love, reach my home.
Only he who shares my secret
Will know and attain
That homeland of mine, o friend.
— Kabir