One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXIX
LXIX
III. 2. jo khoda masjid vasat hai
jo khodaay masjeed basat hai aur muluk kehi keraa
teerath-moorat Raam-niwaasee bahar kare ko heraa
poorab disaa Haree kou vaasaa pachchhim Alah mukaamaa
dil mein khoj dilhee mein khojou ihyen Kareemaa-Raamaa
jete aurat-marad upaanee so sab roop tumhaaraa
Kabir pongdaa Alah-Ram ka so guru peer hamaaraa
If God be within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage, then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East: Allah is in the West. Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.