Village of the Dead
A classic by Kabir
A beautiful song by the great Indian mystic Kabir that drives home the timeless truth that nothing lasts forever except the One who eternally abides without coming and going:
Sadho Re…Ye Murdon Ka Gaon
Peer Mare, Pygambar Mari Hain, Mari Hain Zinda Jogi
Raja Mari Hain, Parja Mari Hain, Mari Hain Baid Aur Rogi
Chanda Mari Hain, Suraj Mari Hain, Mari Hain Dharni Akasa
Chaudan Bhuvan Ke Chaudhry Mari Hain, In Hun Ki Ka Asa
Nauhun Mari Hain, Dus Hun Mari Hain, Mari Hain Sahaj Aththasi
Tethis Koti Devata Mari Hain, Badi Kaal Ki Bazi
Naam Anam Anant Rehat Hai, Duja Tatva Na Hoi
Kahe Kabir Suno Bhai Sadho, Bhatak Maro Mat Koi
Oh Sadhu, this is the village of the dead
The saints die, God-messengers die, life-filled yogis die too
The kings die, the subjects die, the healers and the sick both die
The moon dies, the sun dies, earth and sky die too
The caretakers of the fourteen worlds die, what hope for anyone else
The nine (planets) die, the ten (directions) die, the 88 die easily too
The 33 crore devatas die , it’s a big game of Time
The Unnamed alone lives without any end, there is no other truth
Says Kabir, listen oh saintly, don’t get lost and die
Here is a modern rendition of this ancient classic. Along with a beautiful metaphorical story of a girl (soul) who runs behind a colorful object in the marketplace (world) and thus gets separated from Father (God) and lands in suffering and tears. Till a kind man (Guru) takes her back to the Father to be reunited in bliss.