Chewing slowly,
Only after I’d eaten
My grandmother,
Mother,
Son-in-law,
Two brothers-in-law,
And father-in-law
(His big family included)
In that order,
And had for dessert
The town’s inhabitants,
Did I find, says Kabir,
The beloved that I’ve become
One with.
Kabir touches the soul, the conscience, the sense of awareness and the vitality of existence in a manner that is unequalled in both simplicity and style. Kabir owned this philosophy in his life, for us commoners a great problem to unravel.5 Stars full
Perhaps, there's a hidden message in this poem, it's really difficult for me to fathom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cannibalism must be good and holy?