My heart finds solace, my heart finds solace, my heart finds solace, my heart finds solace,
My heart finds my Beloved in the mendicant's way.
My heart finds my Beloved in the mendicant's way.
My heart finds solace, my heart finds solace, my heart finds solace.
The joy I find in Rama's name surpasses a hundred sorrows of wealth,
Good and ill, hear it all, in the alleyways of passing poverty.
My heart finds my Beloved in the mendicant's way.
My heart finds my Beloved in the mendicant's way.
A begging bowl in hand, a staff at my side,
In all four directions I wander.
In the city of love, Hari is ours,
In the city of love, Hari is ours,
Hari is woven in patience.
Hari is woven in patience.
My heart finds my Beloved in the mendicant's way.
My heart finds my Beloved in the mendicant's way.
In the end, all will turn to dust,
Wherefore then this endless wandering?
In the end, all will turn to dust,
Wherefore then this endless wandering?
Says Kabir, listen now, O holy ones,
Says Kabir, listen now, O holy ones,
The Lord is found in patience.
The Lord is found in patience.
Find solace, find solace, find solace, find solace, my heart finds,
My heart finds, my heart finds, my heart finds.
In the mendicant's way, in the mendicant's way.
The Lord is found in patience.
The Lord is found in patience.
The Lord is found in patience.
The Lord is found in patience.
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