"I have learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise:

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 vanity.

Kabîr says: "Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord."

“O Mother, who has offered these red hibiscus flowers at Thy feet?

I beg of Thee, O Mother, place one or two upon my head.

Then I shall cry aloud to Thee, “Oh, Mother! Mother!”

And I shall dance around Thee and clap my hands for joy,

And Thou wilt look at me and laugh, and tie the flowers in my Hair.”