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,
Kabîr says: "Put all imaginations away, and stand fast in that
which you are."
From: Songs Of Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company 1915
17 July 2012
To what shore would you cross, O my heart? : Kabir
Posted by M.Cassapidis at 19:24
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I have read this post over and over...so simple and breathtaking beautiful---ReplyDelete