Sometimes, during the summer or early rains, dust storms hit the countryside in India. The strong winds often blow away the ordinary thatched huts of village farmers. The gale is usually followed by rain, and later, when the clouds are swept away by the wind, the sun appears in a clear blue sky. In this poem the storm is spiritual knowledge, the hut is the false pageant created and held in position by Maya, and the roof is the state of delusion under which the seeker has till then lived; the rain after the storm is that of divine love, and Realization is the bright sun which dispels the darkness of ignorance, delusion and misery.

The storm of knowledge has come;
Its blast has swept away
My thatched roof of delusion.
My hut, built by Maya,
Can no longer hold its own:
The two posts of duality
Have come crashing to the ground,
The rafters of attachment
Have been torn apart,
The eaves of avarice
Have collapsed,
And the pitcher of evil tendencies
Is shattered into fragments.

With concentration and technique
The Saints have rebuilt the roof,
A roof strong and stable,
Free from leaks and drips.

When falsehood and duplicity
Fled from my body's house,
I realized the Lord
In all his glory.

Rain came in torrents
After the storm,
Torrents of divine love
That drenched this slave,
Heart and soul.
Then, O Kabir, emerged the sun,
The glorious sun of Realization,
And darkness faded away.

K.G., p. 73:16
Santo bhāi āee gyān ki āndhi