One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XXXIII
XXXIII
II. 105. man mast hua tab kyon bole
man mast hua tab kyon bole
heeraa payo gaanth gathiyayo, baar baar vaako kyon khole
halkee thee tab chadhi taraajoo, poori bhayee tab kyon toule
surat-kalaari bhayee matvaari madwaa pee gayee bin toule
hansaa paaye Mansarovar, taal-talaiyaa kyon dole
teraa sahab hai ghar maahin, baahar nainaa kyon khole
kahyen Kabir suno bhaai saadho, sahab mil gaye til ole
Where is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart?
I have wrapped the diamond in my cloak; why open it again and again?
When its load was light, the pan of the balance went up: now it is full, where is the need for weighing?
The swan has taken its flight to the lake beyond the mountains; why should it search for the pools and ditches any more?
Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be opened? Kabir says: "Listen, my brother! my Lord, who ravishes my eyes, has united Himself with me"