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Poem LXVI

I. 20. man na rangâye

The Yogi dyes his garments, instead of dyeing his mind in the
  colours of love:
He sits within the temple of the Lord, leaving Brahma to worship
  a stone.
He pierces holes in his ears, he has a great beard and matted
  locks, he looks like a goat:
He goes forth into the wilderness, killing all his desires, and
  turns himself into an eunuch:
He shaves his head and dyes his garments; he reads the Gîtâ and
  becomes a mighty talker.
Kabîr says: "You are going to the doors of death, bound hand and
  foot!"