Songs of Kabir - Part 91

I have learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise:
But where is the use of this, when I am floating adrift, and parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire?
To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and vanity.
Kabir says: " Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord. "
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