STORM

My good brothers,

        knowledge swept through

like a hurricane.

        It completely blew away

the reed-curtain

        of confusion and error,

it didn't let Maya

        stay tied down.

It toppled the twin poles

        of vacillation,

it broke the beam

        of everyday love.

It tossed down

        the thatch of craving

from the top of the roof,

        it shattered the pot

of foolishness.

The rain that fell

        in the wake of the storm

soaked Your men to the skin.

        Kabir says, when I saw

the sun come out,

        my mind was filled with radiance.

Refrain:  santau bhat at gyanna ki andhi re

Kabir Granthavali, anga 5, pada 52; Raga Gaudi