Inexpressible is the story of Love It cannot be revealed by words Like the dumb eating sweet-meat Only smiles, the sweetness he cannot tell
Worry is the bandit that eats into one's heart What the doctor can do, what remedy to impart?
Says Kabir Don't be so proud and vain Looking at your high mansion Death makes one lie on bare land And grass will grow thereon
Says Kabir Don't be so proud and vain The clutches of Time are dark Who knows where shall it kill Whether at home or abroad
Says Kabir By my doing nothing happens What I don't does come to pass If anything happens as if my doing Then truly it is done by someone else