What do people know - Translated Poem of Kabir

What do people know?

- Kabir

Silly religious marks on foreheads

Meditating with rosaries in their hands

Like devotion is some child's play

And they call me senseless

What do people know?

They cut living leaves,

They burn dead candles

They worship milk-stoned idols

What do people know?

Who I worship

And who I celebrate

are you, my dear love!

What do people know?

Only you, my love,

Know my secret!
Let people call Shiv crazy!

- Kabir

Translated by Shiv

SHIVPREET SINGH