One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXXVII
LXXXVII
I. 71. gagan ghata ghaharani, sadho
gagan ghata ghaharani, sadho, gagan ghataa ghahraanee
poorab disa se uthi hai badariyaa, rimjhim barasat paanee
aapan aapan med samhaaro, bahyo jaat yah paanee
surat-nirat kaa bel nahaayan, karye khet nirvaani
dhaan kaat maar ghar aavye, soyee kusal kisaanee
donon thaar baraabar parsyen, jevyen muni aur gyaanee
Clouds thicken in the sky! O, listen to the deep voice of their roaring;
The rain comes from the east with its monotonous murmur.
Take care of the fences and boundaries of your fields, lest the rains overflow them;
Prepare the soil of deliverance, and let the creepers of love and renunciation be soaked in this shower.
It is the prudent farmer who will bring his harvest home; he shall fill both his vessels, and feed both the wise men and the saints.