My Sat Guru is known to few
My Sat Guru is known to few.
Can he thread a needle with Sumeru Mountain? Such a one may describe that form.
He to Das Kabir is known or to Hiranakusa's son.
Or to Namdeva and Nanak or to the perfect Sant Gorakh.
Wondrous are my Guru's doings: he neither eats nor drinks at all.
He neither sleeps nor does he wake: he is not dead nor does he live.
He who without the tree grows fruit and flowers, he is his disciple.
Who at one moment wears countless forms and at another abides alone.
Who without lamp sees all illumined, and sets his heel in the mid ocean.
Who to an ant's foot ties an elephant: such is he whom the Guru enlightens.
Who without wings flies in the vault of heaven and without wings flies back.
Such is the Guru's loved disciple: who launches on dry land his boat.
Who without feel travels the wide world, he is my fellow-chela,
Maluk says — All praise to Him, who has given this teaching.
Can he thread a needle with Sumeru Mountain? Such a one may describe that form.
He to Das Kabir is known or to Hiranakusa's son.
Or to Namdeva and Nanak or to the perfect Sant Gorakh.
Wondrous are my Guru's doings: he neither eats nor drinks at all.
He neither sleeps nor does he wake: he is not dead nor does he live.
He who without the tree grows fruit and flowers, he is his disciple.
Who at one moment wears countless forms and at another abides alone.
Who without lamp sees all illumined, and sets his heel in the mid ocean.
Who to an ant's foot ties an elephant: such is he whom the Guru enlightens.
Who without wings flies in the vault of heaven and without wings flies back.
Such is the Guru's loved disciple: who launches on dry land his boat.
Who without feel travels the wide world, he is my fellow-chela,
Maluk says — All praise to Him, who has given this teaching.
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