Song of Kabir

When greed hits you like a wave

You don’t need water to drown.

 

Whether it’s a king on his throne

Or a pretty queen,

 

A chanting pundit

Or a miracle-working yogi,

 

They’ll all die by drowning

In a waterless sea.

 

Who survives?

 

The ones whose minds, Kabir says,

Are tied to rocks.

Kabir    (trans. Arvind Krishna Mahrotra)

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