नैहरवा हम का न भावे...
साई कि नगरी ...परम अति सुन्दर,
जहाँ कोई जाए ना आवे
चाँद सुरज जहाँ, पवन न पानी,
कौ संदेस पहुँचावै
दरद यह... साई को सुनावै
आगे चालौ पंथ नहीं सूझे,
पीछे दोष लगावै
केहि बिधि ससुरे जाऊँ मोरी सजनी,
बिरहा जोर जरावे
विषै रस नाच नचावे
बिन सतगुरु आपनों नहिं कोई,
जो यह राह बतावे
कहत कबीर कबीर सुनो भाई साधो,
सपने में प्रीतम आवे
तपन यह जिया की बुझावे
Translation
I am listless in this house of my parents
my Beloved's town is most beautiful,
from which no-one comes or goes
Neither sun nor moon
wind or water
make their residence there.
Who will carry this message there?
Who can tell my Beloved of this pain?
I see no path to light my way forward
and for this
I blame what has passed.
How do I build a bridge to reach that house?
with these pangs of seperation
burning like a fire within.
Duality dances before me.
There is none other than the Guru
who can show me this path.
"Your Beloved will come to you
as though it were a fantasy,
and that alone
will quench your thirst."
said Kabir to the aspirant.