One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XVI
XVI
II. 59. janh cet acet khambh dou
janh cet acet khambh dou man rachyaa hai hindor
tanh jhoolye jeev jahaan, janh katahu nahin chit thour
aur chand-soor dou jhoole naahin paavye ant
chouraasi lachhahu jiv jhoolyen ravi sasi dhaay
kotin kalp jug bitiyaa aane n kabahun haay
dharnee aakaashu dou jhoolyen, jhoolyen pavanhun neer
dhari deh Hari aaphun jhooyen jo lakhahin daas Kabir
Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabir a servant.