The Kabir Book
Forty-Four of the Ecstatic Poems of Kabir
de Kabir, Robert Bly, John Stratton Hawley · Publicada por primera vez en 1977
Forty-four of the Ecstatic Poems of Kabir "Kabir's poems give off a marvelous radiant intensity. . . . Bly's versions . . . have exactly the luminous depth that permits and invites many rereadings, many studyings-even then they remain as fresh as ever." ***-The New York Times Book Review*** **Review #1:** "An ecstatic poet similar to Rumi and Hafiz. I love and am inspired by Kabir!" **Review #2:** "When I discovered the Kabir Book, it was like a breath of fresh air. Is this a spiritual book? Sure, yes. But it is also hilariously funny and entertaining, if you ask me. Finding Kabir was great. This ancient sage skewers all kinds of religious dogmas and funky practices. It is comforting to know that he pursued his path and still snickered at stern, narcissistic people who shaved their heads and wore uncomfortable burlap. Kabir's sarcasm and satire is especially timely in light of recent corrupted interpretations of yoga, Buddhism, Sufism and other spiritual/religious approaches. In essense, Kabir offers something of a "Newage Treatment Plant." If you like metaphysics without a bunch of gunk polluting it, then Kabir is for you. I have one concern. Robert Bly states that he has changed the wording and content of poems to make them understandable to a contemporary audience. I've heard that much is lost and possibly even corrupted with such a translation. I'm not sure where Kabir ends and Bly begins." **-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®** Are You Looking For Me? I Am In The Next Seat At Last The Notes Of His Flute Come In Between The Conscious And The Unconscious, The The Bhakti Path Winds In A Delicate Way Clouds Grow Heavy; Thunder Goes The Darkness Of Night Is Coming Along Fast, And Don't Go Outside Your House To See Flowers The Flute Of Interior Time Is Played Whether We Hear It Or Not Friend, Please Tell Me What I Can Do About This World Friend, Wake Up! Why Do You Go On Sleeping The Guest Is Inside Have You Heard The Music That No Fingers Enter Into The Holy One Disguised As An Old Person In A Cheap Hotel The Hopeful Spiritual Athlete How Hard It Is To Meet The Guest How Much Is Not True I Don't Know What Sort Of A God We Have Been Talking About I Have Been Thinking Of The Difference Between Water I Know The Sound Of The Ecstatic Flute I Married My Lord, And Meant To Live With Him I Played For Ten Years With The Girls My Own Age I Said To The Wanting-creature Inside Me I Talk To My Innder Lover, And I Say, Why Such Rush? Inside This Clay Jug There Are Canyons And Pine It Is Time To Put Up A Love-swing Knowing Nothing Shuts The Iron Gates; The New Let's Leave For The Country Where The Guest Lives! Listen Friend, This Body Is His Dulcimer My Body And My Mind Are In Depression Because My Inside, Listen To Me, The Greatest Spirit Oh Friend, I Love You, Think This Over The Small Ruby Everyone Wants Has Fallen Out On The Road Student, Do The Simple Purification Swan, I'd Like You To Tell Me Your Whole Story There Is A Flag No One Sees Blowing In The %sky-temple There Is A Moon In My Body, But I Can't See It! To Be A Slave Of Intensity What Comes Out Of The Harp? Music! What Has Death And A Thick Body Dances Before When My Friend Is Away From Me, I Am Depressed Why Should We Two Ever Want To Part