Soothing

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.'

Imagination, to soothe the restless throbs of the childlike heart, In the garden of faded colors, is a picker of flowers of past sights.

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.

How could this seashore's voice not be sweet?When within it, streams' melodious murmurs meet.

Within the thought of beauty, a thought of virtuous deed resides,A gate to paradise, within my grave, forever open wide.

The gentle breeze does not break the heart, The departing beloved, who sleeps, will surely wake.

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

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

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

Oh 'Aibak', oh 'Gauri', nothing remains after you strike, the melody of 'Khusrau' is always fresh and sweet.

May the Greatest Creator keep Khizr-Sultan ever flourishing and green;This fresh sapling in the King's garden is a cherished scene.

Do not listen if someone speaks ill,Do not speak if someone acts ill.

If one goes astray, then gently pull them back,If one commits a fault, then pardon their mis-track.

Love permeates the very essence of man, just as the morning breeze's dampness settles into the flower's branch.

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

With Kabir, the company of sages, how can love be achieved? Danger departs from there, and Goddess bestows good intellect.

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

Like Kabir, who sang the nectar-like praise of Rama, he mended the heart like a broken lute, uniting the scattered parts of the mind.