Whose heart is Rama’s dear abode

What skills it if at all he pray,

And fast or nay?

Whose refuge is some pure saint’s feet,

What skills it if the pilgrim’s way,

Be his, or nay?

Whose soul is moved with love for all,

What skills it if he gives away,

His wealth or nay?

Whose thoughts the form of Rama fills,

What skills it if his lips should say,

His name or nay?

Based on poem by Kabir

Translated by Dilip Kumar Roy

From: Among the Great 1950: by Dilip Kumar Roy (out of print)