One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XXV
XXV
II. 45. Hari ne apna ap chipaya
Hari ne apnaa ap chipaya,
Hari ne nafeej kar dikhlaya
Hari ne mujhe kathin bhich gheri,
Hari ne duvidhaa katee meri
Hari ne sukh-dukh batlaaye,
Hari ne sab boond mitaaye
aise Hari pe tan-man baarun,
praanhin tajun hari nahin bisaarun
MY Lord hides Himself, and my Lord wonderfully reveals Himself:
My Lord has encompassed me with hardness, and my Lord has cast down my limitations.
My Lord brings to me words of sorrow and words of joy, and He Himself heals their strife.
I will offer my body and mind to my Lord: I will give up my life, but never can I forget my Lord!