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Poem VI

I. 83. candâ jhalkai yahi ghat mâhîn

The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf
  ears cannot hear it.

So long as man clamours for the I

 and the Mine

  his works are as naught:
When all love of the I

 and the Mine

 is dead, then
  the work of the Lord is done.
For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
When that comes, then work is put away.

The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower
The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it
  wanders in quest of grass.