With love as the mortar,
A magnificent palace
My Master has raised;
For the darshan of the Lord
The peephole of Shabd
He has kept.

K.S.S., p. 3:28

The one Shabd
Of my perfect Master
Many try to know
Through musing and thinking;
But even the pundits
And the erudite,
The hermits and ascetics,
The Vedas and scriptures,
Fail to grasp the Shabd
That the true Master gives.

K.S.S., p. 93:14

Shabd is mine,
I am of Shabd;
Realize that Shabd
If you crave salvation —
Don't let this chance slip by.

K.S.S., p. 93:12

Shabd is mine,
I am of Shabd;
Shabd is the support
Of the entire universe.
If you long to see the Lord,
Realize the form of Shabd.

K.S.S., p. 93:13

K.S.S., p. 95:37

All mantras, all practices
Are futile and false,
Let no one fall in their trap;
Without realization
Of the true Shabd
A crow cannot
Turn into a swan.

K.S.S., p. 95:38

Who know the Shabd
As the essence of Truth,
Who realize it
And develop faith,
Discard their crow-ness
And become swans —
Immaculate;
The turbulent waves
Of this woeful sea
They conquer,
And reach the shore
Of bliss.

K.S.S., p. 95:39

There is no wealth
Like the wealth of Shabd;
Few know its value.
Diamonds have a price,
But no one can bid
A price for Shabd
Nor assess its worth.

K.S.S., p. 94:20

K.S.S., p. 94:22

Men have taken many medicines,
Not one their illness cures;
The one panacea my Master gave,
And now in Shabd I forever dwell.

K.S.S., p. 94:23

It is not that pearl
Which is strung on a thread,
It is the pearl of Shabd
That threads one and all.

K.S.S., p. 95:24

The world is caught
In the noose of rituals,
Of worship and chanting,
Of austerities and penance;
No one tries to realize Shabd —
The key to salvation.

K.S.S., p. 95:42

Without Shabd the soul is blind,
It knows not where to go;
It wanders in the world
Over and again,
For the door of Shabd
It fails to find.

K.S.S., p. 93:15

K.S.S., p. 94:19

The unhurt cry for the Lord,
But different is the cry
Of the one who is wounded;
Kabir, stabbed by Shabd,
Is dumb and lifeless.

K.G., p. 50:40:8

So deep is the love
Of the magnet for iron
That it draws it
To its own self;
Such is the Shabd of Kabir —
It pulls the soul
Away from Kal.

Bijak, Sakhi 318

In all the three worlds
I see Him;
Why do you say
He is invisible, unseen?
You have failed to know
The true Shabd,
For you have donned
The dress of delusion.

Bijak, Sakhi 352

K.S.S., p. 96:48

Catch the Shabd,
Your origin and essence;
The ocean will then
Merge in the drop,
The part will contain the whole,
Like the seed that holds
Within it a mighty tree.

K.S.S., p. 96:50