| Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922. | | | | A Song of Kabir |
| | | OH, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! | |
| Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! | |
| He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud, | |
| And departed in guise of bairagi 1 avowed! | |
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| Now the white road to Delhi is mat for his feet. | 5 |
| The sal and the kikar 2 must guard him from heat. | |
| His home is the camp, and the waste, and the crowd— | |
| He is seeking the Way as bairagi avowed! | |
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| He has looked upon Man, and his eyeballs are clear— | |
| (There was One; there is One, and but One, saith Kabir); | 10 |
| The Red Mist of Doing has thinned to a cloud— | |
| He has taken the Path for bairagi avowed! | |
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| To learn and discern of his brother the clod, | |
| Of his brother the brute, and his brother the God, | |
| He has gone from the council and put on the shroud | 15 |
| (“Can ye hear?” saith Kabir), a bairagi avowed! | |
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