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Song 20
To what shore would you cross, O my heart? there
is no traveller
before you, there is no road:
Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that
shore?
There is no water; no boat, no boatman, is there;
There is not so much as a rope to tow the boat, nor
a man to draw it.
No earth, no sky, no time, no thing, is there: no
shore, no ford!
There, there is neither body nor mind:
and where is the place that shall still the thirst
of the soul?
You shall find naught in that emptiness.
Be strong, and enter into your own body: for there
your foothold
is firm. Consider it well, O my heart! go not
elsewhere,
Kabīr says: "Put all imaginations away, and stand
fast in that
which you are."
Song 21
Lamps burn in every house, O blind
one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you
shall see:
and the fetters of death will fall from you.
There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing
to do: it is
he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die
again.
Because he lives in solitude,
therefore the Yogi says that his home is far away.
Your Lord is near: yet you are climbing the
palm-tree to seek Him.
The Brāhman priest goes from house to house
and initiates people into faith:
Alas! the true fountain of life is beside you.,
and you have set up a stone to worship.
Kabīr says: "I may never express how sweet my Lord
is. Yoga and
the telling of beads, virtue and vice--these are
naught to Him."
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