Original · Devanagari
नट कृत वेष अनेक कला सोइ सोइ करि आवै । वेष तजे निज रूप यथा उग्रह रवि राजै ॥ जिमि सम्पुट मनि नाग मनि मनि गिरि जैसे । यह विधि सब घट अलख लखै सतगुरु बिन कैसे ॥९॥ पत्र पत्र सम जदपि तदपि बाँधि रहेउ आस करि । जिमि मर्कट शुक बंधेउ भूल गयेउ निज स्वरूप परि ॥ दश पाया को पलंग पंच तोशक उतारि पट । साखि पचीस सुख टहल पलंग चौकीश चतुर भट ॥१०॥ सोइ रहेउ तहाँ जीव मोह निशि राग नींद भरि । बुद्धि शुद्ध चित्त उभय जगावहि तेहि श्रम करि ॥ जागु जागु बलु जागु जागु मम ईश बुद्धि कहि । रोइ रोइ मन मनै करत अरे मत जगाउ यहि ॥११॥ खुलहि ज्ञान वैराग्य नयन तब कुशल न जोई । है तुम हम सब नाश शंभु मनसिज जिमि खोई ॥ जागहि परमानन्द तुरी रथ चढ़ रूप लहि । नाश लखत ब्रह्माण्ड जथा रवि उदय रैन दहि ॥१२॥ रहि जाइहि लखि एक दंत हति जहाँ हंस दिन । पुनि कंचन लखि एक आभरन नाम मात्र भिन ॥ बैन बहु एक दारू तंतु पट आयुध लोहै । निमिति कुम्हार मृतकापि आदि अंतहु एक जोहै ॥१३॥ इच्छु एक बहु स्वाद अन्न व्यंजन बहु जैसे । बिनु जाने द्वै दीन चारि वर्णाश्रम तेसे ॥
Fresh English translation
Like an actor who assumes one costume and art after another yet shines in his own form when the costume is laid aside, the hidden One appears in every vessel. Without the true guru, how could it be seen—whether as a jewel in a casket, the serpent's gem, or the jewel in a mountain? Though the soul is like leaf joined to leaf, hope keeps it bound, as monkeys and parrots forget their own nature in captivity. It lies asleep on the ten-legged bed of the senses, beneath five mattresses and coverings, attended by twenty-five witnesses and guarded at its couch by four clever sentries. There the soul sleeps through delusion's night in the fullness of attachment. Pure intellect and consciousness labor to wake it: intellect cries, 'Awake, awake, mighty one—awake, my lord!' while mind weeps and pleads, 'Do not wake him!' When the eyes of knowledge and dispassion open, none of that household remains: you, we, and all else vanish, as Love vanished before Śiva. Awakening in supreme bliss, the soul mounts the chariot of the fourth state and receives its real form; the universe is seen to perish as sunrise burns away night. What remains is one: ivory after the elephant has been killed, gold beneath ornaments whose names alone differ, wood in many objects, thread in cloth, iron in weapons, and clay—one at beginning and end—beneath the potter's forms. One sugarcane yields many flavors and one grain many dishes; without realizing unity, the four social orders appear divided and lowly.