II.33. ghar ghar dipak barai LAMPS BURN in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them. One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you. There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing to do: it is he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die again. Because he lives in solitude, therefore the Yogi says that his home is far away. Your Lord is near: yet you are climbing the palm-tree to seek Him. The Brahman priest goes from house to house and initiates people into faith: Alas! the true fountain of life is beside you, and you have set up a stone to worship. Kabir says: 1 may never express how sweet my Lord is. Yoga and the telling of beads, virtue and vice-these are naught to Him.'
II. 57. janh khelat vasant rituraj WHERE SPRING, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself, There the streams of light flow in all directions; Few are the men who can cross to that shore! There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded, Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads, Where millions of Brahmas are reading the Vedas, Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation, Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky, Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered, Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the vina There is my Lord self-revealed: and the scent of sandal and flowers dwells in those deeps.