Such is devotion, hear, O brothers; when devotion comes, then pride departs

Such is devotion, hear, O brothers; when devotion comes, then pride departs.
What profits dance and song? What profits the performing of penance?
What profits washing the feet—so long as the Essence is unknown?
What profits the shaven head—what pilgrimage and fasting?
Lord, slave, devotee, and servant: none the eternal essence knew.
Says Rai Das: thy devotion is far from thee: only he whose lot is good can gain it.
Abandon pride, efface the self: be as the ant: just pick and eat.
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