Pandit, look in your heart for knowledge.
Tell me where untouchability
came from, since you believe in it.
Mix red juice, white juice and air–
a body bakes in a body.
As soon as the eight lotuses
are ready, it comes
into the world. Then what’s untouchable?
Eighty-four hundred thousand vessels
decay into dust, while the potter
keeps slapping clay
on the wheel, and with a touch
cuts each one off.
We eat by touching, we wash
by touching, from a touch
the world was born.
So who’s untouched? Asks Kabir.
Only he who has no taint of Maya. (#41)
Pandit, you’ve got it wrong.
There’s no creator or creation there,
no gross or fine, no wind or fire,
no sun, moon, earth or water, no radiant form,
no time there, no word, no flesh, no faith,
no cause and effect, nor any thought
of the Veda. No Hari or Brahma,
no Siva or Sakti, no pilgrimage
and no rituals. No mother, father
or guru there. Is it two or one?
Kabir says, if you understand now,
you’re guru, I’m disciple. (#43)
From – “Buddhism in India: Challenging Brahmanism and Caste” by Gail Omvedt