Kabir: the WORD

Within yourself music plays without pause,
   Vibrating strings are not the cause.
   This music comes from the Word, says Kabir.
   It pervades subtly for all to hear.
   This sound divine makes the seeker free,
   Then in Maya's grasp he shall no more be.

   The Word is more than a simple word so plain,
   Through power of the Word
   No bondage will remain.
   The Word is soothing, melting all desires,
   It douses the flames of earthly fires.

   But all the words provide only pain,
   No peace or truth can they help you attain.
   The value of the Word no treasure comes near,
   Only the true disciple knows this truth, says Kabir.

   Rubies and sapphires can easily be sought,
   But the name of the Lord can not be bought.
   For this suffering world you find me crying,
   For the pathetic world you find me sighing.

   But the one who knows the Word will be the only
   one who will cry with me.
   The Word is so powerful,
   It can inspire even the kings
   To renounce and retire.

   One who has stopped and thought carefully to see
   The meaning of the Word, very fortunate is he.

   Pitch darkness persists without the Word,
   Where can you go if you haven't heard.
   Until one finds the Word's door,
   He is aimlessly wandering forever more.

   Over the world doubt has control,
   One having mastered it is a rare soul.
   There is a way out of doubt's rut,
   Learning the Word is the only path.

   The Master has built a beautiful mansion,
   Especially designed for spiritual expansion.
   For a glimpse of the beloved in this castle so high,
   A ray of His light the Lord did supply.

   The dark mysteries of night go away,
   When the sun rises to start the day.
   Just as when light enters your heart,
   Then doubt and delusion all depart.