Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Once you know even a little about loving with your whole heart, nothing can shake you anymore.
Think of a drop of water poured into a river — you cannot scoop it back out; it has become the river. That is what happened to me. My heart softened, and I melted into the One like water into water.
Love softens the heart until it becomes one with the One, like water poured into water.
Jo jan bhaa-o bhagat kachh jaanai taa ka-o achraj kaaho: for someone who knows even a little of loving devotion, what is left to be surprised about? Then comes the picture: ji-o jal jal meh pais na niksai. Water poured into water cannot be taken out again. Pour a glass of water into a lake, then try to find your glass of water. It has become the lake.
Ti-o dhur mili-o julaaho: in the same way, the weaver, his heart softened, has merged into the One. Kabir calls himself julaaho, a weaver, naming his own humble trade. The one who merges here is a weaver, not a priest.
What does it feel like when you love something so much you forget where you end and it begins?
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