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When I existed, You did not. Now You exist and I do not:
as a storm lifts waves from water ― still they are water within water.
O Madho, how can we describe this illusion? What we believe does not exist.

A mighty king sleeps on his throne and in his dream becomes a beggar.
Seeing his kingdom vanish before him, he greatly mourns ― such is our condition.

Like the tale of the serpent and the rope ― I know a little of the secret.
Seeing many bracelets we think gold has many forms ―but it is always forever gold.

In all things exists the Lord, assuming countless shapes; in each pore he plays and sports.

Ravi Das says: He is nearer than my hand. All that comes to pass is by His will alone.

Source: Poetry-Chaikhana/ravidas.


Upon seeing Poverty

Upon seeing poverty people laugh and jeer, and such was my plight.
But now I hold the powers of creation in the palm of my hand ― all because of Your mercy.

You know I am nothing, O Ram, Destroyer of fear.
All creatures seek Your refuge, O Prabhu, Fulfiller of desires.

Those who find Your refuge suffer no more afflictions.
Because of You, the high and the low ― all have gone across, escaping from the prison of this world.

Ravi Das says, The tale cannot be told, so why speak further?
You are what You are. What metaphor can I possibly use to describe You?

Source: Poetry-Chaikhana/ravidas.

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