One Hundred Poems by Kabir/16

by Kabir

XVI

II. 59. jānh cet acet khambh dōū

Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing :

Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.

Millions of beings are there : the sun and the moon in their courses are there :

Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.

All swing ! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form :

And the sight of this has made Kabir a servant.