Classic Poem

I have known Maya as a great bandit.

She roams with a threefold cord in her hand: and she speaks honeyed words.
As Kamala she settled in the house of Keso: in the house of Siva as Bhavàni.

In the house of a Panda she abode as an idol: in the tiraths she became water.
In the house of a Jogi as Jogini: in the raja's house as rani.
In the house of one as a diamond: in another's as a paltry shell.

In the bhagat's house as bhagtin in the brahman's as brahmani.
Kabìr says, Hear, O brother Sàdhus, this is a tale that none can tell.