The fruit is sweet but the tree is lofty.
How can the fruit be obtained?
What are the means whereby it can be plucked from the tree,
And its juices crushed?
The tree is tall, dangerous and slippery.
It seems to be a case for despair.
Forget thy mind and thy body,
And climb in faith.
Then thou wilt taste of the fruit.
Many have spied the fruit from afar,
And have attempted to climb without knowledge of the secret.
They slipped one and all,
And fell back to earth.
Grasp the rope of the Guru’s knowledge
And affix to thy boots the spikes of the Holy Name.
Says Kabir: “Listen, my good brother,
If you do so, the fruit will be yours. ”
POEM BY KABIR