One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXII

by Kabir

LXXII

III. 26. tor hira hirailwa kichde mein

tor hira hirailwaa kichde mein
koyee dhoondye poorab, koyee dhoondye pachchhim
koyee dhoondye paani-pathare mein
daas Kabir ye heeraa ko parakhyen
baandh liyalyen jeeyaraa ke anchare mein

 

The jewel is lost in the mud, and all are seeking for it;
Some look for it in the east, and some in the west; some in the water and some amongst stones.
But the servant Kabir has appraised it at its true value, and has wrapped it with care in the end of the mantle of his heart.