XLIII
I. 82. pani vic min piyasi
pani vic min piyasi,
mohin sun sun aave haansee
ghar mein bastu najar nahin aavat,
ban ban phirat udaasee
aatam-gyaan binaa jag jhoonthaa,
kyaa mathura kyaa kaasi
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty:
You do not see that the Real is in your home, and you wander from forest to forest listlessly!
Here is the truth! Go where you will, to Benares or to Mathura; if you do not find your soul, the world is unreal to you.