samskirit bhâshâ padhi lînhâ
The poem
I have learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise:
But where is the use of this, when I am floating adrift, and parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire?
To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and vanity.
Kabîr says: "Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord."
- Poet
- Kabir
- Source
- Songs of Kabir (Rabindranath Tagore translation)
- Rights
- Free to read & share