Master Weaver

Such was the effect of his darshan
That the veil fell from my eyes,
I heard the divine melody within
And duality came to an end.
The gates that blocked my hearing
Were hard as granite,
Yet they broke to pieces
When the man of God came
And blessed my home.

One touch from my Master remoulded
The ill-shaped pot of my being;
The chains of karma
Fell from my body
When the man of God came
And graced my home.

Says Kabir: I love, I adore the Saint;
Through his grace I found the Supreme One,
The diadem of all, within my own body.

Blessed indeed is the day, the hour,
The precious moment, when
The man of God, my Master,
Came and graced my home.
_{Kabir, The Weaver of God’s Name}