who was brought up by Muhammadans, contributes a large number of hymns; Ramānand, a disciple of Rāmānuj and Guru to Kabīr, contributes a hymn; and one version of the Granth, preserved at Mangat, contains a hymn composed by Mirā Bāi, Queen of Chitaur. Guru Arjan did not originally include this work, owing to the fact that in his opinion the lady did not wholly escape from the influence of idolatry.

From the fifteen saints whose hymns are found in the Granth, the following extracts from Kabīr and Shaikh Farid are chosen. Mira Bāi's hymn is also included.

By Kabīr

Long not for a dwelling in heaven, and fear not to dwell in hell;

What will be, will be; O my soul, hope not at all.

Sing the praises of God from whom the supreme reward is obtained.

What is devotion, what penance and austerities, what fasting and ablutions,

Unless thou know the way to love and serve God?

Be not glad at the sight of prosperity and grieve not at the sight of adversity;

As is prosperity so is adversity; what God proposeth shall be accomplished,

Saith Kabīr, through the saints I now know in my heart

That the worshipper in whose heart God dwelleth, performeth the best worship.

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I was in immobile and mobile creatures, in worms and in moths;

I passed through many births of various kinds.

In this way I occupied many bodies,

But when, O God, I assumed human birth,

I was a Jogi, a Jati, a penitent, a Brahmachari,

Sometimes a king, an emperor, and sometimes a beggar.

The apostates shall die, but the saints shall all live,

And drink the elixir of God with their tongues.

Saith Kabīr, O God, have mercy on us;

We have grown weary; make us now whole!

By Shaikh Farid

Humility is the word, forbearance the virtue, virility the priceless spell;

Make these three thy dress, O sister, and the Spouse shall come into thy power.

There are few saints,

Who, though wise, are simple,

Though strong, are weak,

And, though having not, divide what they have.

Utter not one disagreeable word, since the true Lord is in all men.

Distress no one's heart; every heart is a priceless jewel.

All men's hearts are jewels; to distress them is by no means good;

If thou desire the Beloved, distress no one's heart.

Hymn by Mirā Bāi

God hath entwined my soul, O mother,

With His attributes, and I have sung of them.

The sharp arrow of His love hath pierced my body through and through, O mother.

When it struck me I knew it not; now it cannot be endured, O mother.

Though I use charms, incantations, and drugs; the pain will not depart.

Is there any one who will treat me? Intense is the agony, O mother.

Thou, O God, art near; Thou art not distant; come quickly to meet me.