Where one loses one's path, Beloved's track is seen,
Of that place few among the many have knowledge.
Many snakes in knowledge lie, some honey sweet folly find,
Reality is found by one, who leaves both behind.
Traversing many lands, Khahoris are here again,
Their feet covered with dust, how do I know of what land?
Those who went to jungle were not misled,
Those on highway were way-laid,
Those who gave up both the worlds,
Were from ignorance saved.
Jungle will cry for the hunters and say,
"Here there are no dogs and no traps",
Then there will be no jungle of base passions in the world.
Better is that deserted place where loved one dwells,
Give up that region where inhuman beings congregate.
Dark is the night, bright is the day, that is light's attribute,
Dark night and bright day, is the law of physical universe,
There is neither colour nor form, in loved one's presence.
Their caravan's raised dust in the mountains, even today one sees,
Attracted by mountain grain, others come to seek,
Wandering ascetics and their tents, they do not find.
True seekers still exist, known only to those who are for spiritual realms,
Having found them, they have built their nests close to them.
Click here for...Section 1 : Khahoris With Secret Prayers Have Joined God.
Click here for...Section 2 : Those Who Came To Know Of Ganjo Rock.
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