English poem Lx by Kabir Listen in the reader Share: WhatsApp · Facebook · LinkedIn · X · Copy link I. 56. sukh sindh kî sair kâ The savour of wandering in the ocean of deathless life has rid me of all my asking: As the tree is in the seed, so all diseases are in this asking. More by KabirLvLviLviiLviiiLxiLxiiLxiiiLxivAll 91 poems by Kabir