Though I try to bow to him,
He does not remain before me
As an object of my worship.
I built an altar out of straw
but the wind blew it away.
So I bowed to the wind.
Not allowing any sense of difference to persist,
he demolishes the
identity of a "disciple"
and in the process demolishes the identity of a "Guru"
Then I built an altar out of ice,
but the sun came out and melted it.
So I bowed to the sun.
How wonderful is his compassion.
He has manifested duality
In the form of Guru and disciple
Where there is not even a place for
I built an altar out of sand,
but the tide came in and washed it away.
So I bowed to the ocean.
The words, "Guru" and "disciple"
refer to but one;
The Guru alone exists, as both these forms.
Then who to teach,
who to aid,
who to abet?
I built an altar with a mirror,
and all I saw was you,
so I bowed to the
action-lessness is absolute,
Without any trace of activity,
is all there is.
All thoughts of an altar disappeared.
And I bowed for no reason.
French translation/ Traduction Française