Poem by Kabir – The Moon Shines

 

The Moon Shines

 

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. 

 

 

By: Kabir

Translated: Rabindranath Tagore

Photo by Phoolanjaya Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries

 

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