object:1.kbr - Poem 15
author class:Kabir
book class:Songs of Kabir
subject class:Poetry
subject class:Sufism
subject class:Mysticism
class:chapter
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 Brahman 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.
Kabîr says: "I may never express how sweet my Lord is. Yoga and the telling of beads, virtue and vice—these are naught to Him."
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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