This is an honorary account carrying the literary creations of late Kabir Das.
Inside me, my soul was drenched. Around me, even the desert grew green. Inside me, my soul was drenched. Around me, even the desert grew green.
My swan, let us fly to that land Where your Beloved lives forever. My swan, let us fly to that land Where your Beloved lives forever.
Knowing nothing shuts the iron gates; the new love opens them. Knowing nothing shuts the iron gates; the new love opens them.
Love's fragrance Fills my mouth, Love's fragrance Fills my mouth,
These songs are about forgetting dying and loss. They rise above both coming in and going out. These songs are about forgetting dying and loss. They rise above both coming in ...
I've burned my own house down, the torch is in my hand. I've burned my own house down, the torch is in my hand.
I've said and I've said, I'm tired of saying. I've said and I've said, I'm tired of saying.
So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is, Believe in the Great Sound! So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is, Believe in the Great Soun...
"If I ever meet You, my Beloved, I'll cling to you so fiercely You melt into me; "If I ever meet You, my Beloved, I'll cling to you so fiercely You melt into me...
The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: