Listen, foolish people –
Why are you so entranced by the smartphones you carry?
The vision of your mind’s secret eye restricted
And confined to an LED screen of so many inches and pixels.
Walking this way and that way, always pointing your head to the ground,
You fail to see the glory and beauty of Ram.
The spring blossom goes unnoticed, the bird’s song unheard
As you shamble along, consumed by an electric idol.
Kabir says you should think! If you reject Ram’s natural offerings in such a way,
Might he reject your inward supplications in turn?