When my friend is away from me, 
I am depressed;

nothing in the daylight delights me,

sleep at night gives no rest;

who can I tell about this?

The night is dark, and long…
hours go by…

because I am alone, I sit up suddenly,

fear goes through me…

Kabir says: Listen, my friend,

there is one thing 
in the world that satisfies,

and that is a meeting with the Guest.

The Guest is inside you, 
and also inside me;

you know the sprout is hidden 
inside the seed.

We are all struggling; 
none of us has gone far.

Let your arrogance go, 
and look around inside.

The blue sky opens out 
farther and farther,

the daily sense of failure goes away,

the damage I have done 
to myself fades,

a million suns come forward with light,

when I sit firmly in that world.

I hear bells ringing 
that no one has shaken,

inside “love” there is more joy 
than we know of,

rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,

there are whole rivers of light.

The universe is shot through in all parts 
by a single sort of love.

How hard it is to feel that joy 
in all our four bodies!

Those who hope to be 
reasonable about it 
fail.

The arrogance of reason 
has separated us from that love.

With the word “reason” 
you already feel miles away.

How lucky Kabir is, 
that surrounded by all this joy

he sings inside his own little boat.

His poems amount to 
one soul meeting another.

These songs are about 
forgetting dying and loss.

They rise above both 
coming in and going out.