Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.
рд╕рд╛рдзреЛ, рджреЗрдЦреЛ рдЬрдЧ рдмреМрд░рд╛рдирд╛ ред рд╕рд╛рдБрдЪреА рдХрд╣реА рддреЛ рдорд╛рд░рди рдзрд╛рд╡реИ, рдЭреВрдареЗ рдЬрдЧ рдкрддрд┐рдпрд╛рдирд╛ ред рд╣рд┐рдиреНрджреВ рдХрд╣рдд,рд░рд╛рдо рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛, рдореБрд╕рд▓рдорд╛рди рд░рд╣рдорд╛рдирд╛ ред рдЖрдкрд╕ рдореЗрдВ рджреМрдК рд▓рдбрд╝реИ рдорд░рдд рд╣реИрдВ, рдорд░рдо рдХреЛрдИ рдирд╣рд┐рдВ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ ред Saints, I see The world is mad If I tell the truth They rush to beat me If I lie they trust me Hindus claim Ram as the one Muslims claims Raheem Then they kill eachother Knowing not the essence
What is seen is not the Truth What is cannot be said Trust comes not without seeing Nor understanding without words The wise comprehends with knowledge To the ignorant it is but a wonder Some worship the formless God Some worship his various forms In what way He is beyond these attributes Only the Knower knows That music cannot be written How can then be the notes Say Kabir, awareness alone will overcome illusion.
Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.
Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours. you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals: not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but vegetables. When you really look for me, you will see me instantly тАФ you will find me in the tiniest house of time. Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God? He is the breath inside the breath.