…around the sun, o sam of sums, to leave as one
comes—another turn here done and so little won:
is there no better way to go than dragged dizzy,
drugged, and hypnotized? for it follows too, if all
is You, there is no two one can turn to, so the fault
must lie in our furiously idle spiraling around the
point. divided into murderous factions, numerous
as irrational fractions, skewered and sizzling, how
many diversions must we burn ere we learn that
there’s no traction in self-centered action? girded
by the purest yearning, armed with saintly beings’
earning, may this life’s breaths prove adequate for
Kabir’s inner churning or else be hurled, whorling
through the world’s carousel yet again in āvāgaman…
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Nihal Singh