Let some saint my doubts clarify.
With roots above and leaves below,
a tree is between the earth and sky!
It's strange that iron floats,
but the gourd sinks in water.
People go on reading scriptures
and argue more and more,
without getting to the core.
Says Kabir, listen O wise one,
the world is trapped in needle's eye!
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