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
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