It will be a pilgrimage to Pakisthan hear her Abeeda ji. Two lands bound by mystics, Kabir, music dividing hearts is the job of smaller, meaner minds. What a profound soul. She has overcome differences. No longer gender binds her nor any differences
Bhala Hua Meri Matki Phoot Gayee Mein to Paneeyan Bharan se Chhoot Gayee Thank God, that this pitcher of mine is broken. I no longer need to keep filling it with water. Bura Jo Daikhan Mein Chala, Bura na Mileya Koe Jo Dil Khoja Apna, To mujh sa Bura na Koe When I went in search of evil ones, I found none, When I looked into my own heart, No one was darker than me. Yeh to Ghar Hai Prem ka, Khala Ka Ghar Nae Sees Utaarey bhuen Dharey, Kat Baitthe Ghar Mahin This is the abode of love Not the house of an aunt Only that one can enter here Who has relinquished all pride Haman hai Ishq Mastana Haman ko Hosheyari kya Rahay Azaad Ya Jag Se Haman Duniya Se Yaari Kya I am so bursting with love, Why do I need to be careful? Being free in the world, Why would I seek the acceptance of the world Kehna Tha so Keh Diya Ab Kachhu Kaha Na Jaaye Aik Gaya so Ja Raha Darya Lehr Samae What had to be said has been said There is nothing left to say If one leaves, so he may As the wave blends into the river Lali mere lal ki, Jit Daikhan tit lal. Lali Daikhan main gayi, so Main bhi ho gayi lal I see the Divine light inside, outside, and everywhere. Witnessing the divine light even I have become Divine. Hans hans kunt na paya Jin paya tin roye Haansi khaeley Peeya Mile to Kaun Suhagan Hoe No one can realize the Beloved while immersed in worldly pleasures Those who realized God, did so by feeling pangs of separation If one were able to realize God while involved in enjoyment Then who will remain unfortunate? Ja Ko raakhe Saayian Maar sake na koi. Baal na baanka kar sake Jo Jag Bairi hoe No one can ever slay a man who is under God’s protection. Not a hair on his head is disturbed even if the whole world is against him Prem na Baazi Upjey Prem Na Haath Bitae Raja Parja Jis Ruche, Sees Deyi Lae Jae Love is not grown in the field, Nor is it sold in the market But a king or a pauper can Offer their head to acquire it. Sukhiya sab sansar hai, Khaye aur soye Dukhiya das kabir hai, Jaage aur roye The people of world are lucky, They eat and sleep in peace Fated though is poor Kabir (the seeker) Who stays awake and weeps Jo Kachu Kiya so Tum Kiya Mein Kuch Kiya Nahi. Kaha Kahi Jo Mein Kiya, Tum Hi Thae Mujh Mahi. What I achieved was due to you, Oh Lord For I did nothing on my own accord Even if I were to claim credit for my deeds It was all due to your guidance Â
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