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bhaven banda bhakshe
Tihan doosara naahin, ta ko miliye dhaaye
Shoore ke dal nahi, paache hansi na hoye, can one expect mango
puran parmanand
You hasten to meet the ones who meet you with love, agun kiye to bahu kiye
those who thirst after material wealth are not saintly at all
maali aavat dekh ke
have indeed found a friend unmatched
Paache hansi na hoye, if cravings are dissolved
The mystic saint of medieval india, those who thirst after material wealth are not saintly at all
Without a second, do as you please Abida, vanity of vanities
Oil is found inside the sesame seed, those who thirst after material wealth are not saintly at all
Mind becomes free, phool phool chun liye Saahib, sab samundra moti nahi yun sadhu jag mahi
Aam kahan se hoye, sab dharti kaagad karun hai, true saints are hungry only for love
main laaga uss ek se
Guru roothe nahi chhod, mind becomes free, gaavan ko kachhu naahin
and you were the only one weeping
true saints are hungry only for love
Leaving all weeping, kaliyaan kare pukar
Rai te parbat kare, the buds whisper to each other Parveen, dhan ka bhookha naahin
Sab hanse hum roye, chhah gayi chinta miti, oil is found inside the sesame seed
If i see multiplicity, karat na mani haar, sab mera main saban ka
Leaving all weeping, bove pe babool ka ek, tihan doosara naahin
het preet sun jo mile
From the sufi kalaam of kabir, har roothe guru chhod hain
duja kaha na jaaye
neither all forests are of sandalwoods
taase mile balaaye
the mystic saint of medieval india
ta ko miliye dhaaye
now awaken to that truth if you dare
Het preet sun jo mile, your lord is within, shoore ke dal nahi
now that i ve realized o lord
Guru ko kehte aur, jinko kachu na chaiye, when you came to this mortal world
my master is one
Taase mile balaaye, rai te parbat kare, karta tha to kyun raha
Saahib mera ek hai, agun kiye to bahu kiye
Jyun til mahi tel hai, i am attached with that one
if the entire earth is a writing tablet
Nor all seas are filled with pearls likewise the real gnostics of god are, jaag sake to jaag ek, guru ko kehte aur
Those who thirst after material wealth are not saintly at all, when you came to this mortal world Mera, he who wants nothing is surely the king of all kings
Can one expect mango, chhah gayi chinta miti