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/ Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! / Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands! / He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud, / And departed in guise of bairagi avowed!
/ Now the white road to Delhi is mat for his feet, / The sal and the kikar must guard him from heat; / His home is the camp, and the waste, and the crowd -- / He is seeking the Way as bairagi avowed!
/ He has looked upon Man, and his eyeballs are clear / (There was One; there is One, and but One, saith Kabir); / The Red Mist of Doing has thinned to a cloud -- / He has taken the Path for bairagi avowed!
/ To learn and discern of his brother the clod, / Of his brother the brute, and his brother the God. / He has gone from the council and put on the shroud / ("Can ye hear? " saith Kabir), a bairagi avowed!