
सद्आचरण की महिमा
Sadacharan Ki Mahima
Kabir
12 verses · ~32 lines · 2 min
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6 verses · ~1 min
मन लाग्यो मेरो यार फ़कीरी में॥
जो सुख पाऊँ राम भजन में सो सुख नाहिं अमीरी में मन लाग्यो मेरो यार फ़कीरी में॥
भला बुरा सब का सुनलीजै कर गुजरान गरीबी में मन लाग्यो मेरो यार फ़कीरी में॥
आखिर यह तन छार मिलेगा कहाँ फिरत मग़रूरी में मन लाग्यो मेरो यार फ़कीरी में॥
प्रेम नगर में रहनी हमारी साहिब मिले सबूरी में मन लाग्यो मेरो यार फ़कीरी में॥
कहत कबीर सुनो भयी साधो साहिब मिले सबूरी में मन लाग्यो मेरो यार फ़कीरी में॥
इति
The Poet
Kabir
1398 · 1518
To speak of Kabir within the ordinary parameters of literary biography is almost impossible. Born in the fifteenth century to a Muslim weaver's family in the sacred Hindu city of Banaras, he became a voice that refused to be domesticated by any temple, mosque, or scholarly apparatus. Kabir claimed no scripture, no caste, and no sacred language as his exclusive property. He stood at the loom of reality and wove his dohas (devastating two-line couplets) from the raw thread of direct spiritual encounter. His critique was not merely religious but civilizational. He asked with the serene ferocity of an awakened mind why human beings had chosen the architecture of division over the open sky of the divine. Centuries have passed, empires have crumbled, and languages have shifted. Yet, Kabir's couplets are still recited in village squares and debated in universities today. He requires no temple because he built one inside language itself. He is the conscience of the Indian soul.

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