What is this selfishness of yours, That chooses neither the Sun nor the shade, What is this selfishness of yours, That your feet never stop moving
You became your own Prophet, Traveled over the seven seas, Still, the thirst in your soul, Why does it remain…
O Kabira, listen to me, O Saint, believe me, Come, your shadows are calling you… O Kabira, listen to me, O Saint, believe me.. How can you be so unattached & heartless…
That broken cot, That cool breeze, waits for you, That cream of milk, and the earthen pot of cold water waits for you.
What is this selfishness of yours, Neither salt nor sweetness suit on your tongue.. What is this selfishness of yours, That you have forgotten old love… A free man, a free spirit, A stormy of wind, That drowns within you, Why does it remain…
O Kabira, listen to me, O Saint, believe me, Come, your shadows are calling you… O Kabira, listen to me, O Saint, believe me.. How can you be so unattached & heartless…