Kabir (also Kabira) (Hindi: कबीर, Punjabi: ਕਬੀਰ, Urdu: کبير) was a mystic poet and saint of India, whose writings have greatly influenced the Bhakti movement. The name Kabir comes from Arabic al-Kabīr which means 'The Great' - the 37th name of God in Islam.
Apart from having an important influence on Sikhism, Kabir's legacy is today carried forward by the Kabir Panth ("Path of Kabir"), a religious community that recognizes him as its founder and is one of the Sant Mat sects. Its members, known as Kabir panthis, are estimated to be around 9,600,000. They are spread over north and central India, as well as dispersed with the Indian diaspora across the world, up from ... more »
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Abode of the Beloved
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched, Where My Complete Beloved Is.
Looking at the grinding stones - Dohas (...
Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact.
There's A Moon Inside My Body
THE moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: The moon is within me, and so is the sun. The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf ears cannot hear it.
Are you looking for me?
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
Where do you search me
Moko Kahan Dhundhere Bande Mein To Tere Paas Mein Na Teerath Mein, Na Moorat Mein Na Ekant Niwas Mein
I Said To The Wanting-Creature Inside Me
I said to the wanting-creature inside me: What is this river you want to cross? There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road. Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?
Illusion and Reality
What is seen is not the Truth What is cannot be said Trust comes not without seeing Nor understanding without words
Tentacles of Time
Sadho Ye Murdon Ka Gaon Peer Mare, Pygambar Mari Hain Mari Hain Zinda Jogi
Between the Poles of the Conscious
BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing
When you were born in this world - Dohas...
When you were born in this world Everyone laughed while you cried Conduct NOT yourself in manner such That they laugh when you are gone
The Last Flight
Ud Jayega Huns Akela, Jug Darshan Ka Mela Jaise Paat Gire Taruvar Se, Milna Bahut Duhela
I have been thinking
I have been thinking... I have been thinking of the difference between water and the waves on it. Rising, water's still water, falling back,
Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale
Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale. From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
The Light of the Sun
The light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright: The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love's detachment beats the time.
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Abode of the Beloved
Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.
In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.
There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.
No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.