weaving the threads of my mind, of my life
who’s the weaver behind the loom?
Who is this weaver
Making beautiful clothes
from the threads of my mind
Some smooth as silk
And some rough like linen
Some are colorful art
And some just bland and grey
Who is this weaver
Making something
From almost nothing
Making my life
— Anonymous
Man ke tarjoo par main tera naam bunti hoon,
मन् के तर्ज़ू पर मैं तेरा नाम बुनती हूँ
Apne aane ke liye ek vastra banane ko.
अपने आने के लिए एक वस्त्र बनाने को
I weave your names on the loom of my mind,
To make a garment for your coming.
My loom has ten thousand threads
To make my garment when you come to me.
The sun and moon watch while I weave your name;
The sun and moon hear when I chant your names.
These are the wages I get by.
Day and night
To deposit in the lotus bank of my heart.
I weave your names on the folds of my heart,
to clean and soften ten thousand threads.
And to comb the twists and knots of my feelings,
no more shall I weave a garment of pain.
For you have come to me, drawn by my weaving,
Ceaselessly weaving your names on the loom of my mind.
Onto the folds of my heart,
— Kabir
Kabir – born 1398, Varanasi, India . He was a famous devotional mystic poet and saint.
And a weaver.
