‘My body is immortal.’ That’s what people know.
  Moment to moment:
  something like that,
  a shadow at noon.
       That’s what people think they know.
Body to body:
  some debt to be repayed—
  engrossing! So they don’t perceive
  death overhead.
One dream, the next dream:
  after a while you’re proud—
  ignorance!—
  and then the truth dawns.
Water drop by drop:
  look how the world revolves—
  arises, demises,
  never once sticks.
Five sides there are,
  but only one body.
  On the black lotus petal, the bee—
  Kabir.
       That’s what people know ‘My body is immortal.’
       That’s what people think they know.

– Kabir. ‘My body is immortal.’ That’s what people know

translated by John Stratton Hawley

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