You who seek to know the Infinite:
prepare your body in gentle ways.
The pear tree gives forth seed;
the seed contains June blossom,
August shade, fruit in autumn.
Just so, the body’s host to the source of life;
that source sustains another body.
Earth, metal, water; fire, air, ether —
all the elements live within
the palace of Creation.
Ask yourself: what exists
outside the realm
Put the brimful jar of water upon the ocean—
water is inside, water’s all around.
Don’t give it names and confuse yourself
with “this” and “that.”
Kabir says: Listen heartily
to the truth
of who you are.
The music deep inside of you
sings to itself
It sounds out the world.
after Rabindranath Tagore’s translation of XLVI: I. 98. sadho, sahajai kaya sodho,
in One Hundred Poems of Kabir, London: Macmillan & Co., 1915, pp. 52-53
© Lisa Sarasohn 2013