The Master’s Abode

Oh come with me, says Kabir, to the country
That lies beyond old age and death.
That is the country where the Lord himself
Attends upon you.

A native am I of that wondrous country
Where flies the banner of the Almighty Lord,
Where sorrow is unknown
And where all days are filled with peace and bliss.

A native am I of that wondrous country
Where eternal bliss reigns throughout the years,
Where a stream of everlasting love
Pours from the lotus blossom’s heart,
Where everlasting light never casts a shadow
And delight never ends in despair.…

How to describe the blissful life
Beyond the domain of mind?
One must experience it – it cannot be described.
Therefore, says Kabir, live in this ocean
Of never-ceasing dread
As the lotus lives on the water’s surface
Floating unsullied above the mud
In which its roots are bound.
_{Kabir, the Great Mystic}