A lyre is this body, O friend. <br /> <br />When its strings are tightened and keys screwed, <br />the Self within it breaks into a sweet tune. <br />When the strings get snapped <br />and keys become loose, <br />the instrument is left to gather dust. <br /> <br />Friend, be not proud of this body, <br />one day its swan will fly away. <br /> <br />Says Kabir, listen O brother, <br />rare is he who bravely walks <br />the arduous path that leads to Him. <br />...<br /><br />Sunil Uniyal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-body-is-a-lyre-a-bhajan-of-kabir/
