In the Forms I Beheld the Formless…..
Mystic Verses of Kabir
What a music of the flute!
It fills me with bliss.
No wick yet a lamp lights up,
no roots yet a lotus blossoms,
and myriad flowers nod their heads.
cries for the moon,
and rain-bird pines for the rain-drop,
so longing for God,
I live forever with saints.
The restless mind is put at rest,
and the heart is illumined.
In the forms I beheld the Formless,
along with the Friend.
Breaking the shackles,
You set me free from all the bondage.
Now Inaccessible is accessible,
and soaked in love is Kabir.
translated by Sushila Mahajan, in,
A Collection of One Hundred and Ten Poems of Kabir
Deep & Deep Publications, New Delhi