The Yogi Takes Care
The yogi takes care to dye his garment orange,
but his loveless mind is the color of dirty rags.
Why leave the Lover, who is everywhere outside,
to hide in the temple with your idols?
Go pierce holes in your ears,
grow a ridiculous beard,
let your hair be a home for birds:
such is a goat’s achievement.
Flee into the wilderness,
crush any movement toward life,
make yourself sexless
Shave your head,
wear holy clothes
learn the scriptures by heart,
become full of great speeches
Kabir says:
You are hurtling toward death’s gaping mouth,
bound hand and foot!
Listen, My Heart
Listen, my heart, consider this
If you are so in love,
why are you asleep?
If you have found the Lover,
let go of your self
and hold to Him.
Why lose Him again and again?
When you have finally found sleep
do you waste time making the bed?
Kabir says: This is how love is:
So what if your head must roll
what is there to cry about?