Blockade of audition, screening eyes,
As the voice of god tickled
My consciousness!
My Rattandeep (Ghee/burning lamp) sparkled
Even in raging storms
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Impart not esoteric truth to fools,
Do not sow seed in sandy beds,Nor waste your oil on cakes of bran.
Though you are wise, be as a fool;
Though you can hear, be as one deaf;Patiently bear with all you meet,and politely talk to eveyone.This practice surely will lead youto the realisation of the Truth.
You will not know peace of mind
Nor will you gain content or restif you give it away.Only the man, free from desire,will never die.Only he has true knowledgeWho, though alive, is as one dead,dead to all desire.
Should you, in this body, seek
Greed and illusion soon removed,A halo of glory will surroundthis very body of yours.
A Wooden Bow And Rush Grass For An Arrow
A wooden bow and rush grass for an arrow:A carpenter unskilled and a palace to build:A shop unlocked in a busy bazaar:A body uncleansed by waters holy-Oh dear! who knows what hath befallen me?
Ill or well, whatever befalls,
My ears will not hear,My eyes will not see.When the Voice calls from withinthe inmost mind,The lamp of faith burns steady and brighteven in the wind.