One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXIII
LXIII
I. 39. are man, dhiraj kahe na dharai
are man, dhiraj kahe n dharai
pasu-panchhee jeev keet-patangaa sabkee suddh karye
garbh-baas mein khabar letu hai baahar kyon bisarye
man too hasan se saaheb ke bhatkat kaahye phire
Preetam chhand aur ko dhaare kaaraj ik n sarye
Why so impatient, my heart?
He who watches over birds, beasts, and insects,
He who cared for you whilst you were yet in your mother's womb,
Shall He not care for you now that you are come forth?
Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and wander so far from Him?
You have left your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why all your work is in vain.