Thursday, October 25, 2012

What do people know - Translated Poem of Kabir


What do people know?
- Kabir

Silly religious marks on foreheads
Meditating with rosaries in their hands
Like devotion is some child's play

And they call me senseless
What do people know?

They cut living leaves,
They burn dead candles
They worship milk-stoned idols

What do people know?

Who I worship
And who I celebrate
are you, my dear love!

What do people know?

Only you, my love,
Know my secret!
Let people call Shiv crazy!

- Kabir

Translated by Shiv