FILL YOUR EYES with the colours that ripple on beauty's stream, vain is your struggle to clutch them. That which you chase with your desire is a shadow, that which thrills your life-chords is music. The wine they drink at the assembly of gods has no body, no measure. It is in rushing brooks, in flowering trees, in the smile that dances at the corner of dark eyes. Enjoy it in freedom.
I.83. canda jhalkai yahi ghat mahin 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 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 quest of grass.
A SMILE OF mirth spread over the sky when you dressed my heart in rags and sent her forth into the road to beg. She went from door to door, and many a time when her bowl was nearly full she was robbed. At the end of the weary day she came to your palace gate holding up her pitiful bowl, and you came and took her hand and seated her beside you on your throne.