From Kabir’s mystic songs

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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?

– Kabir ( 1440-1518 )

(Translation by Rabindranath Tagore and Evelyn Underhill)

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