Humorous Sayings

Pothi padh padh kar jag mua, Pandit bhayo na koye. Dhai aakhar prem ke, jo padhe so Pandit hoye. (Reading books, the world died, but none became learned. He who reads but two and a half letters of love, he becomes learned.)

Chalti chakki dekh kar, diya Kabira roye. Dui paatan ke beech mein, sabit bacha na koye. (Seeing the grinding mill, Kabir wept. Between the two stones, no one remains whole.)

Kabir stands in the market, wishing all well. Friends with none, enemies with none.

Kabir, take no pride in high dwellings. Death levels all to earth, grass grows above.

Me, I'm drunk on love! Why should I connive? I stay free of the world. What friend of it am I? If you leave the one you love, You wander door to door. My friend's inside of me. Who am I waiting for?

What, then, O friend, are you searching for like a fool? The object of your quest is within you, as the oil is in the sesame seed.

Between the pillars of spirit and matter the mind has put up a swing.

So many bodies, so many opinions! But my Beloved, though invisible, is in all these bodies. There is no life at all without the Beloved; the Self lives as each and every one.

Aisi vani boliye, mann ka aapa khoye. Auron ko sheetal kare, aaphun sheetal hoye. (Speak such words that your ego is lost. They cool others, and you yourself become cool.)

You ask for what reason I stay on the green mountain, I smile, but do not answer, my heart is at leisure. Peach blossom is carried far off by flowing water, Apart, I have heaven and earth in the human world.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?

Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven.

When I sing, the moon dances. When I dance, my shadow dances, too. We share life's joys when sober. Drunk, each goes a separate way. Constant friends, although we wander, we'll meet again in the Milky Way.

Lazily waving my white-feathered fan, Baring my chest in the green of the glen.

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I roll back the hanging, gaze at the moon, and long sigh in vain.

Green hills above the northern wall, White water winding east of the city. On this spot our single act of parting, The lonely tumbleweed journeys ten thousand li.

I climb up high and look on the four seas, Heaven and earth spreading out so far. Frost blankets all the stuff of autumn, The wind blows with the great desert's cold.

What place under heaven most hurts the heart? Laolao Ting, for seeing visitors off. The spring wind knows how bitter it is to part, The willow twig will never again be green.

At the grand vermillion gates, wine and meat spoils, while the road outside is paved with frozen bones.