Drenched by Clouds Laden With Love
I was trailing the shadows of rituals,
Of customs and holy books;
But my Master came
And placed a lamp in my hand.
A lamp brimming
With the oil of love he gave,
With a wick that will never run short;
In its light I have finished all transactions,
I will never again visit this marketplace.
When Kabir met the Master
The light of knowledge
Illuminated his heart;
Let me never forget him!
In him I found a saviour –
Through the grace of the Lord.
When the perfect Master I met
All my worries were driven away;
He made my soul immaculate –
Now he is ever at my side.
I took the dice of love;
I made my body the pawn;
As taught by my Master, I threw the dice –
Thus played Kabir and won the game.
The Master became pleased with me,
He whispered one word of grace;
The cloud of love poured forth
And drenched my entire being.
Kabir, clouds laden with love
In abundance poured down on me;
Within, my soul was drenched,
And around me even the desert turned green.
Kabir, The Weaver of God’s Name