“The moon shines in my body
but my blind eyes cannot see it..
The moon is within me
and so is the sun..
The unstruck drum of Eternity
is sounded within me;
but my deaf ears cannot hear it..
So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine,
his works are as naught:
when all the love of the I and the Mine is dead, then
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 withers..
The musk is in the deer,
but it seeks it not within itself:
it wanders in search of grass..”
(From the book Songs of Kabir,
translated by Rabindranath Tagore.)