The moon shines in my body, but my blind
eyes cannot see it.
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstuck drum of Eternity is sounded
with me: but my deaf
ears cannot hear it.
So long as man clamors for the I and the
his works are as naught:
When all the love of the I and the Mine is dead
the work of the lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.
The flower blooms for the fruit: when the
fruit comes, the flower
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not
within itself: it
wanders in quest of grass.
From Songs of Kabir
Translation by Rabindranath Tagore