For more about the fifteenth century Indian weaver and mystic Kabir Das, see this earlier post.

Beloved Lord,
either I am crazy
or this world of Yours is.

The very worship You don’t care about
is the one everyone’s trapped in –
About the worship You love
Hardly anyone knows anything.

To love You, love You, and no one else,
that’s the worship that delights You.
That is why the soul was parted from You –
To return to you through adoration.

Why get caught in empty formalities?
I sing the glory of my love.
I sing of what I have seen myself.
The one who reaches the rank of Lover
is the Lord’s true worshiper.

Translation Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut