A Pretty Poem

I was looking through old journal entries from a year ago, and found this poem by Kabir. I love it so much.

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by Kabir
Translated by Robert Bly

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such
rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants--
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in
your mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that's why everything you do has some weird
failure in it.

(From Kabir translated by Robert Bly. Copyright © 2004 by Robert Bly.)