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Poem XCI

III. 12. samskirit bhâshâ padhi lînhâ

I have learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me
But where is the use of this, when I am floating adrift, and
  parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire?
To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and
Kabîr says: "Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the
  Beloved. Address Him as your Lord."