One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XXI
XXI
II. 33. ghar ghar dipak barai
ghar ghar dipak barai, lakhye nahin andh hai
lakhat lakhat lakhi parye, katye jam phand hai
kahan-sunan kachhu naahin, nahin kachhu karan hai
jeete jee, mari rahye, bahuri nahin maran hai
jogi padhe viyog, kahyen ghar door hai
paasahi basat hazoor, tuu chadhat khazoor hai
bahman dichchhaa detaa ghar ghar ghaalihye
moor sajeevan paas, tuu paahan paalihye
aisan saahab kabir salonaa aap hai
nahin jog nahin jaap punn nahin paap hai
Lamps burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you.
There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing to do: it is he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die again.
Because he lives in solitude, therefore the Yogi says that his home is far away.
Your Lord is near: yet you are climbing the palm-tree to seek Him.
The Brahman priest goes from house to house and initiates people into faith:
Alas! the true fountain of life is beside you, and you have set up a stone to worship.
Kabir says: "I may never express how sweet my Lord is. Yoga and the telling of beads, virtue and vice - these are naught to Him."