Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I've worn a thousand costumes and played a thousand parts before — but that restless changing is over now.
The old instrument is worn out, and I rest quietly in the One.
Kabir speaks as someone whose long restless searching has finally come to rest. He pictures himself as having taken many forms — worn many costumes, played many parts, chased many things — but now that endless changing is over. His image: the strings of the instrument are worn out — the frantic music of the grasping ego has played itself out — and I am in the power of the Name, resting in the One. It's the peace that comes after a long, tiring performance finally ends. For a child, the feeling is one of arrival: after all the trying-on of different selves and chasing of different things, there's a deep rest in simply belonging to the One. The restless music stops, and quiet comes.
What does it feel like when a long, tiring search or effort finally comes to rest?
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