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Poem LXV

I. 22. jab main bhûlâ, re bhâî

O brother! when I was forgetful, my true Guru showed me the Way.
Then I left off all rites and ceremonies, I bathed no more in the
  holy water:
Then I learned that it was I alone who was mad, and the whole
  world beside me was sane; and I had disturbed these wise people.
From that time forth I knew no more how to roll in the dust in
I do not ring the temple bell:
I do not set the idol on its throne:
I do not worship the image with flowers.
It is not the austerities that mortify the flesh which are
  pleasing to the Lord,
When you leave off your clothes and kill your senses, you do not
  please the Lord:
The man who is kind and who practises righteousness, who remains
  passive amidst the affairs of the world, who considers all
  creatures on earth as his own self,
He attains the Immortal Being, the true God is ever with him.
Kabîr says: "He attains the true Name whose words are pure, and
  who is free from pride and conceit."