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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Kabir (d. 1575?): Selected Poems (Translated by Azfar Hussain) ![]() This union with the guru, O Kabir, Sets me free; like salt mingled With flour, I am no more I! Now I have no caste, no creed, I am no more what I am! O dear brother! By what name would you call me? I do not quote from the scriptures; I simply see what I see. When the bride is one with her lover, who cares about the wedding party? I am not a Hindu, Nor a Muslim am I! I am this body, a play Of five elements; a drama Of the spirit dancing With joy and sorrow. A drop Melting into the sea, Everyone can see. But the sea Absorped In a drop-- A rare one can follow! I am looking at you, You at him, Kabir asks, how to solve This puzzle-- You, he, and I? Dying, dying, the world Is dying only. But lo! None knows how to die In such a way That he dies never again. Man, here is your worth: Your meat is of no use! Your bones cannot be sold For making ornaments, And your skin cannot be played On an instrument!
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