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Poem XXI

II. 33. ghar ghar dîpak barai

Lamps burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.
One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see:
  and the fetters of death will fall from you.
There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing to do: it is
  he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die again.

Because he lives in solitude, therefore the Yogi says that his
  home is far away.
Your Lord is near: yet you are climbing the palm-tree to seek
The Brâhman priest goes from house to house and initiates people
  into faith:
Alas! the true fountain of life is beside you., and you have set
  up a stone to worship.
Kabîr says: "I may never express how sweet my Lord is. Yoga and
  the telling of beads, virtue and vice--these are naught to Him."