Looking at the grinding stones, Kabir laments <br />In the duel of wheels, nothing stays intact. <br /> <br />searching for the wicked, met not a single one <br />When searched myself, 'I' found the wicked one <br /> <br />Tomorrows work do today, today's work anon <br />if the moment is lost, when will the work be done <br /> <br />Speak such words, sans ego's ploy <br />Body remains composed, giving the listener joy <br /> <br />Slowly slowly O mind, everything in own pace happens <br />Gardner may water a hundred buckets, fruit arrives only in its season <br /> <br />Give so much O God, suffice to envelop my clan <br />I should not suffer cravings, nor the visitor goes unfed <br /> <br />In vain is the eminence, just like a date tree <br />No shade for travelers, fruit is hard to reach <br /> <br />Like seed contains the oil, fire in flint stone <br />Your heart seats the Divine, realize if you can <br /> <br />Kabira in the market place, wishes welfare of all <br />Neither friendship nor enmity with anyone at all <br /> <br />Reading books everyone died, none became any wise <br />One who reads the words of Love, only becomes wise <br /> <br />In anguish everyone prays to Him, in joy does none <br />To One who prays in happiness, how sorrow can come<br /><br />Kabir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-at-the-grinding-stones-dohas-couplets-i/
