Peter Lucas Hulen
Friend, please tell me what I can do about this world
I hold to, and keep spinning out!
I gave up sewn clothes, and wore a robe,
but I noticed one day that the cloth was well woven.
So I bought some burlap, but I still
throw it elegantly over my left shoulder
I pulled back my sexual longings,
and now I discover that I'm angry a lot.
I gave up rage, and now I notice
that I am greedy all day.
I worked hard at dissolving the greed,
and now I am proud of myself.
When the mind wants to break its link with the world
it still holds on to one thing.
Kabir says: Listen my friend,
there are very few that find the path!
Robert Bly, Tr., Kabir: Ecstatic Poems (Boston: Beacon Press, 2007)