ਖੀਰ ਸਮਾਨਿ ਸਾਗੁ ਮੈ ਪਾਇਆ ਗੁਨ ਗਾਵਤ ਰੈਨਿ ਬਿਹਾਨੀ ॥
kheer samaan saag mai paa-i-aa gun gaavat rain bihaanee.
I find his rough vegetables to be like rice pudding; the night of my life passes singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord.
ਕਬੀਰ ਕੋ ਠਾਕੁਰੁ ਅਨਦ ਬਿਨੋਦੀ ਜਾਤਿ ਨ ਕਾਹੂ ਕੀ ਮਾਨੀ ॥੨॥੯॥
kabeer ko thaakur anad binodee jaat na kaahoo kee maanee. ||2||9||
Kabir's Lord and Master is joyous and blissful; He does not care about anyone's social class. ||2||9||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
His plain greens taste to me like sweet rice pudding, and the night of life passes singing the One's praise.
Kabir says: my Master is full of joy and delight, and does not care about anyone's caste.
The One sees no high and no low.
'Kheer samaan saag mai paa-i-aa' — rough greens taste like sweet rice-pudding when love is present, and the night of life passes in praise. 'Jaat na kaahoo kee maanee' — the One takes no account of anyone's caste or social class. Before the One, no one stands higher or lower.
A Question to Sit With
How would the world look different if everyone believed no one was higher or lower than anyone else?
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