Heli, Kin Sang Karan Sneh?
(Whom should I love, my friend?)
Whom should I love, my friend?
True seekers make good company.
Seek the kinship of the pure in heart.
A bamboo grew in this grove
And all the forest trembled.
When it burns, it burns all else.
There's so much fire in its body!
A sandalwood grew in this grove
And delighted all the forest!
I go near that sandalwood tree,
I become fragrant too!
A fire lit the forest, the birds just sit
The wingless trees cry:
We're ablaze, we have to burn,
But you, winged ones, should fly!
We've eaten your fruit, soiled your leaves
Played from branch to branch.
Leave you to burn, and we fly away?
We live and love but once!
The fire went out,
The clouds rained milk.
Says Kabir to Dharamdas,
Every day my love is new
(A folk song by Mahesha Ram of the Meghval community of Jaisalmer, Rajasthan in western India, translated by Vidya Rao)