The Learned
Reading volume after volume,
Men tire themselves to exhaustion,
But not one becomes
A real scholar;
Who learns the one word love
Is the truly learned one.
K.S.S., p. 167:7
Reading and reading,
Men have become
Dead like stones;
Writing and writing,
They have become
Dumb like bricks;
Kabir, not even a spark
Of love has entered
Their heart.
K.S.S., p. 167:8
Through reading and ruminating,
Through studying and listening,
Delusion's deadly thorn
Can never be removed;
Few listen to Kabir when he says
Learning is the cause of all pain.
K.S.S., p. 167:11
Learning and intellect
And an astute mind
Are simple and easy to gain;
To vanquish desire and lust,
To control the wayward mind,
To reach the sky within,
Are trying tasks indeed.
K.S.S., p. 167:13
The pundit and his books
Are like the knowledge
Of the trained partridge;
To others their future it shows,
But never knows its own bondage.
K.S.S., p. 167:10
The learned and the torchbearer
Are both unable to see;
To others they show light,
Themselves in darkness stay.
K.S.S., p. 168:14
Kabir tells the pundits:
What you keep reading
Does not enter your heart;
Others you seek to guide,
But yourself sink
In your pride of learning.
K.G., p. 29:13
They give sermons
On the four Vedas,
But love for the Lord
They do not earn;
Kabir has sifted
And picked out
All the grain,
The pundits
Are rummaging the husks
In vain.
K.G., p. 28:9
Even a parrot learns to speak
The words of holy books;
A captive of the cage,
It repeats wise words to others,
Unaware of its own sorry state.
K.G., p. 29:14
The priest is the guide of the world;
By deluding others
With rites and rituals
He earns his living.
He entangles himself
In Vedas and scriptures
And wastes his human birth.
K.S.S., p. 168:18
Sink your scriptures, O Pundit,
Discard your books, O Qazi;
Tell me the date
When there was neither the sky,
Nor was there the earth.
K.S.S., p. 168:I7
Put aside your scriptures, O Kabir.
All the world reads,
But reads in vain;
If love's divine pain
Has not sprung in your heart,
Futile are your efforts
To meet the Lord
Through reading and reciting.
K.G., p. 30:3
Reading and reading,
Men toil to death,
But no one can thus
Become truly learned;
He who reads
The one word Beloved
Is the truly
Enlightened one.
K.G., p. 30:4
Wrap up your holy books, O Pundit,
Make them your pillow
And sleep with ease;
That one word love
Is not in your books,
Discard them happily
— Or with tears in your eyes —
For they are futile.
K.S.S., p. 167:9
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