The Story of Love by Kabir

      The story of Love can never be told.

      It is the sherbet of the dumb man

      Who eats it and smiles silently.

      Without any earth and without any seed,

      The tree of Divine Love just grows and grows,

      Heavy with a million radiant fruits

      My Lover picks for me to taste.

      The story of Love can never be told.

      When I calmed my mind

      And entered my heart,

      The Love of the Lord

      Leapt like a flame within me.

      All my old ideas and beliefs

      Just blew away like chaff in the wind.

It wasn’t because of anything I am;

      It wasn’t because of anything I did;

      But only because of His miraculous grace

      That I learned at long last the lesson of Love.

      My coming and going have ended;

      My mind has melted in the Mind.

      Don’t ask me to speak any more—

      The story of Love can never be told.

                                          ---Kabir