Calm

For the wise, the feeling is alike, In the Guru's mind, no aversion can strike.

Each movement, each state, depends here, upon a sign, By their signal alone I walked, by their signal alone I stand.

The heart's knots have all disappeared, The winds are blowing softly through the leaves.

No fear, even in the thought of the rose's desire, remained,What wondrous peace, from wingless freedom, I gained!

Speak words like this, losing the self's conceit; which cools others, and gives coolness to the self.

A saint is like sandalwood, but the world is like a snake. Though it wraps its coils around, there is no defilement in the heart.

Speak such words, losing the ego of the mind; They soothe others, and grant coolness to the self.

In the world, there is no enemy, for one whose heart is cool and tranquil. Cast away this ego, and everyone will show compassion.

Slowly, O mind, slowly everything will happen. Though the gardener waters a hundred pots, the fruit ripens when the season arrives.

Speak such words, losing the self's ego, That cool the minds of others, and cool the self too.

In the world, there is no enemy, for those whose hearts are cool. Please cast away this ego, and may everyone be kind.

The lineage of storytelling and devotional singing, the boat across the ocean of existence. Kabir says, 'In this world, there is nothing else to be found.'

If there's no sorrow, then no quality is in me, I am content that I have brought nobility with me.

Fortunate the humble soul, Asad, who through content's embrace,Can make an ant's mere footprint Solomon's royal place.

If someone speaks ill, do not give ear,If someone acts ill, let no word appear.

The company of Hari is cool, it diminishes the heat of attachment. The abode of bliss, which appears naturally, is the day and night.

O heart, gently know, all things take time to bloom. Though the gardener waters a hundred pots, the fruit comes with the season's room.

Whenever the name enters the heart, the sins are destroyed. As if a spark of fire falls upon old grass.

What should be shown outside, repeat the name of Rama within. What business is there with the world, or with the rich?

Oh mind, slowly, everything takes its time. The gardener waters a hundred pots, but the fruit appears only when the season arrives.

When the true Guru is found, the self is understood, / Knowledge shines brightly, dispelling all illusion's shroud. / Breaking the pot of delusion, one remains uniquely free.

Abandoning the shame of lineage, heed the true Guru's advice. Let all life's affairs be accomplished; resolve to cross the boundaries of the world.

All the world is an ocean, O Beloved, how can one drown in you? Only by the embrace of the True Guru can one be protected from water and land.

The illusion (Maya) did not die, nor did the mind; only the body perished. Hope and desire did not die, only said Kabir's devotee.

What should be shown outside, recite Rama's name within. From what worldly duty, do you seek wealth and gain?

If one becomes your adversary, do not become theirs;If one speaks ill of you, do not speak ill in return.

The muted tint is the dawn of spring's sweet sight,This is the hour for tender blooms of grace to unfurl.

Even in the flames of the city of Nimrod, I am silent; I am a believer, not a seed of discord.

The tale of love is not a lengthy saga, It is merely the pleasure of the pure and the bliss of freedom.

Let them inflict as much humiliation as they wish, we will brush it off with a smile. After all, their guard turned out to be an acquaintance of ours.