Kabir

(1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Hey Brother, Why Do You Want Me To Talk? - Poem by Kabir

Hey brother, why do you want me to talk?
Talk and talk and the real things get lost.

Talk and talk and things get out of hand.
Why not stop talking and think?

If you meet someone good, listen a little, speak;
If you meet someone bad, clench up like a fist.

Talking with a wise man is a great reward.
Talking with a fool? A waste.

Kabir says: A pot makes noise if it's half full,
But fill it to the brim - no sound.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Taken from Songs of the Saints of India, Translated by John Stratton Hawley / Mark Juergensmeyer

Comments about Hey Brother, Why Do You Want Me To Talk? by Kabir

  • Gold Star - 14,297 Points * Sunprincess * (3/19/2014 9:39:00 AM)

    ....almost 500 years later and this poem still holds true today...enjoyed.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 2, 2012



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