This week’s Ghost Writer on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Kuheli of Kajori. She’s introduced a great literary master of the Indian tradition – the poet-saint Kabir.
She writes:
He (1440–1518) is considered one of the foremost mystic poets in India. Legend says he was born to a Hindu Brahmin widow but was adopted by childless Muslim weavers named Niru and Nimma, who supposedly found him afloat a giant lotus leaf in the Lahara Tala lake, adjacent to the holy city of Varanasi.
He was influenced by Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs alike. He promulgated oneness with God, embracing the Hindu concept of jivatma (individual soul) as being directly linked to paramatma(universal or supreme soul). Kabir focused on common fundamentals of organized religion, such as love and devotion, as well as weaknesses. He delivered this message of tolerance and understanding between the faiths through his dohas (couplets) and songs. Kabir’s idea of loving God with devotion appealed to both Hindu Bhakti as well as Muslim Sufi concepts and practices.
Sharing with you a song of Kabir saab translated by Rabindranath Tagore in 1915 for SONGS OF KABÎR.
O How may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.
So from the inspiration of the saint Kabir, I write, what I hope is a suitable tanka and a haiku.
this poet’s dumbstruck
manifestly ignorant
before the infinite
humility the better robe
mysterious creation
© G.s.k. ’14
man’s illusion
describing the creator
inscrutable
© G.s.k. ’14
These are gorgeous Georgia — you’ve really captured the essence of the song. 🙂
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Thanks .. I was a bit off this morning I think. I reread the haiku for HA and had to edit it!
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those sneaky muses! they tricked you! mwah ha ha ha!
well, set out the cheese and wine and perhaps they can be appeased. o.O
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Yes … they seem to be feisty to a certain degree and then bouts of laziness lately … kinda like the weather, stormy and cold, then hot and soffocating. Must be meteopathic.
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😀
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Beauties these are Georgia …
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Thanks very much.
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You’re welcome
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🙂
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