The Bestower of Bliss
With the Lord’s grace,
I have met the Satguru;
Possessor of divine talent,
Bestower of supreme bliss,
He is the conferrer of true knowledge.
I was burning in the flames of desire,
He poured the elixir of devotion
And quenched the fire;
I became placid and cool.
He shattered the doors
Of pretence and delusion
That blocked my way;
He told the tale of my true home
And all my fears faded away.
Deep and dreadful is the world’s ocean;
Who could have dared take me across?
In the boat of Nam, Kabir’s Master, the adept oarsman,
Ferried him to the eternal shore.
Kabir, The Weaver of God’s Name