Poem 11

tum bin kown sunai prabhu mori

Other than you, O Lord!
Who is there to hear my request?
You, O Lord, are the support of all.
Shower your grace on me!
With folded hands I entreat you:
Remove your servant’s suffering!
Whenever your devotees suffer,
You quickly render assistance.
Who’s been deficient and who’s asleep?
Whence did the servant Kabir tarry?
O Master! I have come to your refuge.