Many hoped - Poem by Kabir Many hoped but no one found Hari's heart. Where do the senses rest? Where do the Ram-chanters go? Where do the bright ones go? Corpses: all gone to the same place. Drunk on the juice of Ram's bliss, Kabir says, I've said and I've said, I'm tired of saying. 많은 사람들이 원하였으나 / 카비르 많은 사람들이 원하였으나 한 사람..