Kabīr
An original Tatpada life of Kabīr, weaver and poet of Banaras, in four parts for reading aloud, told together with Ravidās and Pīpā as the three took one teacher at one ghāṭ; with 147 of his songs.
The couplets
- Dying and dying, the world has died
- My rosary is Rām on my tongue
- Everyone laughs at my caste
- Dead while still alive
- The day the I in me died
- I am the worst of them all
- The sandalwood among the scrub
- The bamboo drowned in its own greatness
- The axe on his own foot
- The saints' small hut is good
- Why weep when a saint dies
- The saints have eaten the butter
- Māyā the little thief
- The death the world is afraid of
- Do not untie the knot
- A room of lampblack
- They went away barefoot
- A human birth is hard to come by
- Your name is Kabīr
- The bones burn like firewood
- Grass will come up over you
- The plunder is the name of Rām
- Better than reading
- Do not leave the sea
- A house on the bank of the Gaṅgā
- Hari walks behind me calling
- Turmeric and lime
- A tenth of a mustard seed
- No thatch, no hut
- Guests for four days
- Only Kabīr has not died
- Rām's dog
- A rosary of wood
- The serpent in the mind
- The chance of a boat and a river
- Ink of the seven seas
- What can a weaver's caste do
- The mind has turned into a bird
- The one you used to call another
- No washing turns it white
- You have not shaved the mind
- Pearls scattered on the road
- Whose house is the grave
- A stone made Parmēsur
- What you would do tomorrow
- Cowrie by cowrie
- Be a pebble in the road
- So you became a pebble
- So you became dust
- So you became water
- High houses, gold and women
- Between Gaṅgā and Jamunā
- A diamond in the market
- Where there is forgiveness
- If pride will not go
- A single sabad let fly
- Grain of many kinds
- A house of wood
- The hailstone melted into water
- Sāīṅ is not deaf
- What use is the hajj without sabūrī
- The Name puts out the burning
- Khichṛī is fine food
- A difference in the saying of Rām
- Struck by the true Guru's arrow
- Khudā met me on the road to the Kaaba
- Nothing in me is mine
- Wherever I look, there you are
- Talk with the devotees is the gain
- I keep my eyes lowered
- Why would I lower my eyes
- Is it the soul or the Beloved
- Sugar spilt in the sand
- Cut off your head and make a ball of it
- If you keep a household, live by dharam
- Guru and Gōvind both stand before me
- Everyone remembers him in sorrow
- The rosary turns in the hand
- You threw the night away sleeping
- What you would do tomorrow, do today
- Why are you raising storeys
- The clay says to the potter
- Seeing the gardener come
- The whole world is happy
- When I was there, the Guru was not
- Love as the cakor loves the moon
- Do not ask the sādhū his caste
- So you have grown tall
- The redness of my Beloved
- Speak in such a way
- I set out to look for the bad man
The songs
- The unstruck lute of Rājā Rām
- I was burning, and I found Rām's water
- Mādhau, the thirst will not go
- When I knew the One as one
- What is it to go naked
- Why mourn when others die
- Taking water for curd
- Death has turned round and become Rām
- Those who take the Master's name
- King Rām has become my helper
- Tell me, Pandit, who is pure
- Settle one quarrel for me, Rām
- The storm of knowing has come
- The way the milk is churned
- The weaver leaves the house
- The elephant made of straw
- My whole family aboard the boat
- What is to be will be
- Slander is my father, slander is my mother
- In the end, even so, death
- Where did Hindu and Turk come from
- My hajj is on the bank of the Gomatī
- In leaf after leaf there is life
- We are the poor, the servants of Khudā
- In my house is the thread
- In both Hindu and Turk there is the One
- Stop, stop, bride, do not draw the veil
- Saints, the mind has come to ease
- A hungry man does no bhagati
- Remember Rām, remember Rām
- The worry in the heart does not go
- The young soul shakes and trembles
- This world is a show to look at
- A man dies and is of no use
- You are my Meru, my mountain
- One tree with boughs without end
- Let silence be your earrings
- Moon and sun, two shapes of light
- Sugar scattered in the sand
- The drum has sounded in the sky
- Remember Rām, mind
- This wealth of mine is Hari's name
- Naked we come, naked we go
- One mosque with ten doors
- The mullā who fights with his own mind
- The earth is in bloom, the sky is in bloom
- Write Śrī Gopāl on my tablet
- Where the principal shrinks and the interest grows
- Tell me, paṇḍit, what place is clean
- This mind is a bird of the woods
- I have found the jewel of Rām
- Whose is the rest of the land
- First Allah made the light
- Tell me the justice of Khudā
- Iron and gold the same
- We are the ones drunk on love