Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Birds and deer are dyed in Maya.
Sugar is a sticky trap that troubles the flies.
Horses and camels are lost in Maya.
The eighty-four Siddhas, masters of wondrous powers, play in Maya.
No one is too great to feel the pull of maya, the glitter of passing things.
Kabir climbs a ladder of beings. First come animals. Pankhee marig — birds and deer are colored by maya. Saakar maakhee — the fly gets stuck in sugar. Turay usat — horses and camels are caught up in it too.
Then comes a surprise. Sidh cha-oraaseeh — the eighty-four sidhs, famous yogis with wondrous powers, also play inside maya. Kabir names them with respect. His point is that special powers do not set you free by themselves. It is like the fastest runner at school who still can't stop scrolling at night. Being great at something is not the same as being free.
Can someone be very talented and still get pulled around by wanting? How?
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