A contemplative poem by Sant Kabir, a 15th-century Indian mystic and poet whose writings influenced Hinduism’s Bhakti movement and Sikhism’s scripture Guru Granth Sahib.
Translated poem by Sant Kabir
From the beautiful cave of the sky, nectar is secreted.
Without drums, a melody comes from there —
One can understand when one meditates.
The lotus blooms there without a pond.
The swans also swim there.
Brilliant light shines there, without the moon,
And the light is visible everywhere.
The tenth door is closed.
The formless one is meditating on Him.
The dreadful time cannot come near, where passion, anger, greed,
and vanity disappear.
It quenches the thirst of lives.
Karma, doubts, impurities, and diseases disappear.
Thus speaks Kabir: listen to me, my friend,
You become immortal and never die.