My body has bent double under its weight;
how shall I carry the load ?
The word of my Guru
(that I must lose the world to gain my soul),
Has been a painful ”loss-blister” for me.
I am become a shepherdless flock, ah me!
My body has bent double under its weight;
how shall I carry the load ?
The word of my Guru
(that I must lose the world to gain my soul),
Has been a painful ”loss-blister” for me.
I am become a shepherdless flock, ah me!
By penance and fasting,you get conceit.Be moderate in food and drinkand live a moderate life,The gates of Heaven will surely bethrown open wide for you.
Pray, Sir, how can you bring yourself to dance?See, the riches you are amassing here,nothing of them will go with you.Pray, Sir, how can you relish your food and drink?
Neither Shiva, nor Shakti abide there!Whatever remains is That; this is the Lesson!
The new moon will be swallowedin eclipse, and the mind in meditationwill be completely absorbedby the Void inside it.
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?
He knows how to fulfil your wants.Then cry to Him alone for help,His Name will lead you safe across.