Who is a Human: A Poetic Search for True Humanity

The Earth is overfilled with people today,

There is no empty space, and no room remains,

Ever since I saw with the eyes of wisdom,

I have not found a single human on this Earth.

We are all humans here,

But inside, humans are empty of humanity here,

Everyone here is in the shape of a human,

But inside, they are made of many kinds of humans.

I am a simple human. I set out to find a human,

In life's struggles, difficulties keep increasing,

It's becoming hard to identify who is human and who is Satan,

In the same form, many kinds of humans are visible.

Today, colours are scattered across the Earth,

There is an abundance of the wise and the ignorant,

Someone is black, someone is white, 

And there are many black-hearted humans,

We are simple, couldn't understand,

Who is human from inside, and who is human from outside?

Someone here has become Hindu, someone has become Muslim,

Someone here has become Buddhist, someone has become Christian,

Jain, Parsi, Jew, Sikh, and many kinds of humans are made,

Tell me, brother, what caste are those people living in the Amazon forests?

Division has been played aplenty, 

The game of religion has been played aplenty,

The pretence of caste has been staged aplenty, 

People are stuck deep in high and low,

People here never tire of stating which caste human they are,

The arrogant people here do not call themselves human.

Wherever you go, you don't find humans here,

Humans get scared of humans today. People are proud of themselves,

They are forgetting the language of love; people engage in friction,

Living here is becoming difficult; warmth is becoming extinct.

Humans are growing distant from humans today,

Humans are becoming empty of humanity today,

They are only becoming human in form today,

Scholars say, today the difference between animal and human is decreasing.

In human form, many kinds of humans are visible.

In human form, many kinds of colours are visible,

Humans themselves become obstacles for humans; they make things colourless [dull/bleak],

Humans themselves are becoming thorns for humans,

Humans are becoming empty inside, facing a deficit in love and emotion.

Humans themselves give wounds to humans; they do not give genuine affection.

What is the value of a human to another human? Everyone's mind is flawed,

In this world of valuation, no one has genuine affection for anyone,

The poet-sage said this, "In this world, who belongs to whom?" This is the custom here.

In this selfish world, who is selfless? Who is brimming with priceless words?

People wander, struck by fate, 

My search is for that priceless human, who is it?

Being selfless in a selfish world is a curse,

A flood of people has come, and in this flood, who is that priceless person?

Someone wrote the destiny of living here; someone has buried their destiny.

That priceless person wrote that he has the remedy for liberation,

Someone told how to live, someone said a profound thing,

That priceless person told the value, told the path to liberation.

In a city filled with people, the people are empty,

Mind, words are not pure, food and drink are not pure,

They create friction in conversations, and they engage in pulling and stretching,

It's unknown who here is masked and who is human.

In a city filled with people, who is human? People are proud of themselves,

No one sings anyone's song, no one has a true connection with anyone,

I am a simple man in a city full of people. I set out to find a man,

I found lakhs, thousands of men, but not a single true man emerged.

In a city filled with people, who will do for whom, perform a selfless act, 

Who will perform a heartfelt river of the heart?

A fight has broken out here, with everyone,

Perhaps hardly anyone here has found a friend, and hardly anyone gives support.

In this selfish world, who is selfless? Who here is one's own beyond selfishness?

People here are lost; they don't meet each other.

Their own selfishness is the biggest; warmth is not found here.

In the search for a true human, hearts are not found here,

If hearts are found, then they become loving,

In this selfish world, people engage heavily in valuation.

In the city of man, man is empty; they keep running,

They are empty of everything from the mind; money is the main object here.

Everyone has set the goal of only earning money,

Everyone here is taught just this: keep running only after money,

Friendship here happens only between the moneyed, because of money,

The world's hunger is satiated by money, not by relationships and friendship.

In the world of relationships, no one has a true bond with anyone,

I have seen life's difficulties; there is a deficit in brotherhood.

The warmth of relationships is decreasing, love and respect are decreasing,

Becoming a true human from the heart is not difficult,

But people are not valuing anyone from the heart.

I have seen the expressions on all the faces in the world,

Living without love is burdensome; life does not become fruitful.

If you are human, don't be a human empty of humanity,

What is the use of being human in form? Become a true human from the heart.