One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXIV
LXXIV
III. 30. are dil, prem nagar ka ant na paya
are dil,
prem nagar ka ant na paayaa, jyon aayaa tyon javyegaa
sun mere saajan sun mere meetaa, yaa jeevan mein kya kya beetaa
sir paahan ko bojhaa leetaa, aage koun chhudaavegaa
parlee paar meraa khadiyaa, us milane kaa dhyaan n dhariyaa
tooti naav upar jo baithaa, gaafil gotaa khavyegaa
daas Kabir kahyen samujhaayee, antnaal teraa koun sahaayee
chalaa akelaa sang n koyee, kiyaa aapnaa paavegaa
O my heart! you have not known all the secrets of this city of love: in ignorance you came, and in ignorance you return.
O my friend, what have you done with this life? You have taken on your head the burden heavy with stones, and who is to lighten it for you?
Your Friend stands on the other shore, but you never think in your mind how you may meet with Him:
The boat is broken, and yet you sit ever upon the bank; and thus you are beaten to no purpose by the waves.
The servant Kabir asks you to consider; who is there that shall befriend you at the last?
You are alone, you have no companion: you will suffer the consequences of your own deeds.