Kabir

Found in the Bhagirati by Tamal

You among saints a jewel

Try whatever the Mullahs might

They could not find you a name right

The Almighty's name came up every time

To abandon you was the Mullah's claim

Al-Kabir cannot be a person's name

The very idea they said is insane

The weaver refused to let go

With the name of Kabir you grew

You wore a tilak on your young forehead

Much to the consternation of the Mosque's head

Allah and Ram distinction there was none

You said all are his children and god is one

Your longing for god drove you to the river

To see the divine feet of Swami Ramanand, of bliss the bestower

You heard him chant the name of Rama

Took it to your heart and fell at your deva(Lord)

Accepted a Yavana as a disciple

Other disciples did him despise

The lord does not come to you by ringing bells

Or by running to the Mosque listening to the Mullah's yells

Your words angered the Hindu and Yavana alike

Your concept of unity everyone did dislike

They asked you what is your religion

You replied all are of divine origin

Sikandar Lodi many a complaints received

Decided to get you killed

The raging elephant tried to run over

Saw many lions and ran away with fear

A house with you was burnt

With the name of Rama, unscathed you came out

They tried to in the river drown

You walked on the water without a frown

Sikandar realized your greatness

Begged for your forgiveness

You weaved with the instrument called Jnana (Knowledge)

With the thread called Bhakthi (Devotion)

And you produced the fine cloth called Enlightenment

You were always filled with happiness and fulfillment

Many were your devotees in number

Both Hindus and Yavanas together

When you left the mortal frame

With grief your devotees came

To bury it or to burn

The fight of the devotees had begun

You told them not to your words forget

You made them, their actions regret

Instead of your body, flowers they found

Hindus and Yavanas into half flowers divided

One half was burnt

The other half was buried

You are no doubt my Sadurunath

Says Sharath, the child of Sainath

May of your lotus feet the grace

Be ever be upon human race

Yours is the true religion

Everything else is people's opinion

Humanity is the religion of everyone

There is one spirit and god is one

-- Dedicated to the Lotus feet of Sadguru

Shree Satchitananda Sadguru Sainath Maharaj Ki Jai

Bow to Shree Sai! Peace be to all!