PagineI do not know what manner of God is mine
by Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1915) · From Songs of Kabir, LXVII
I do not know what manner of God is mine.
The Mullah cries aloud to Him: and why? Is your Lord deaf? The subtle anklets that ring on the feet of an insect when it moves are heard of Him.
Tell your beads, paint your forehead with the mark of your God, and wear matted locks long and showy: but a deadly weapon is in your heart, and how shall you have God?
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