Do not snap ever
the thread of love
once broken, it does not unite
if it does, knots appear.
Do not spurn the trivial
seeing the weighty
when you need a sewing needle
of what use a sword.
Keep your sorrow
to your own heart
others will taunt you
none willing to share.
A man with no education
wisdom, religion and generosity
an animal without a tail or horns
futile is his birth in this world.
Pleased I am not
being offered ambrosia without respect
better to die with dignity
A dilemma indeed
when you speak out the truth
worldly ties break
with lies you don't ever reach God.
The sun rises with glowing rays
it sets with equal grace
so does a good man
living through ups and downs.
Body, a paper toy
turns into pulp in a trice
strange, so says Rahim
yet filled with much pride.
How ill the weak ever live
fighting the strong?
like being at war
with the crocodile while in water.
A tree does not eat its own fruits
no pond drinks up its own water
a good man saves for others' needs
so says Rahim.
Blessed is the love the fish has for water
lifeless without it
a bumble bee is different
hopping flower to flower.
Blessed is the swamp
insects thrive on
so vast the sea
yet everyone comes away thirsty.
My Lord's image is embedded in my eyes
there is place for none else
like a traveller turning away
from a full caravanserai.
Sakhi, I am not able to put out of my mind,
the charming eyes which are like petals of lotus flower,
the gentle smile, the radiance of the teeth
that surpasses lightning in brightness and swiftness
and the nectar-immersed talks
which are suffused with sweetness of the entire earth.
My mind is always occupied with the swinging pearl necklace
on His broad chest and the fluttering of the pitamber
or yellow garment as he dances.
Every day, I expect His return from Vrindavan.
The image of the dark-hued Shyam does not leave my mind.