Neither emptiness nor fullness, Neither isness nor no-isness So unfathomable, and beyond the senses. In the inner sky of the crown chakra, It is the innocent voice of a child, How can it be named? Laughing, being playful - the knack of meditation. Day and night, sharing this divine inspiration, He laughs, he plays, his mind untroubled. This unwavering one is always with God. Day and night dissolving mind into no-mind, Dropping the knowable, speaking the unknowable. Discarding hope, living without hope: Brahma the creator says, "I am your servant:' What flows down, he channels up, A yogi burns up his sex. He releases his embrace and shatters illusion: Vishnu the sustainer washes his feet. Die, O yogi, die! Die, sweet is this dying. Die this death that Gorakh embraced and awakened. Don't speak in haste, Don't strut, place your feet with care. King Gorakh says, don't be an egoist, live naturally. Swami, going to the forest, hunger arises, Going to the town, its illusions attract you. By overeating, sexual desire harasses you, Why squander this body born of passion? Don't attack your food and don't die of hunger, Feel the mystery of brahman day and night. Don't overwork and don't lie around, thus says Gorakh Deva. Overeating stimulates the senses, destroys awareness, And fills the mind with sex. Numbness overtakes, death closes in, Such a man's heart is always troubled. The milk-drinking monk's mind is on others' cows, The naked monk always craves firewood. The monk in silence longs for a companion. There can be no naturalness and trust without a master.
Live in the heart, not saying the secret, Speak nectar soaked words. If others become fire, O avadhut, you become water. Gorakh says: Listen avadhut, live in the world in this way: Eyes see, ears listen, mouth says nothing. Nath says: Stay centered in the soul, don't insist on debate. This world is a garden of thorns, place each step with care. Balanced posture, balanced food, balanced sleep, Gorakh says: Listen sons, such a man neither dies nor grows old. One who eats, dies, and one who doesn't eat, dies. Gorakh says: 0 sons, only the sanyami, the balanced one transcends. Always reside in the middle. Mind unmoving, breath becomes still. Yogis who condemn others, Yogis eating meat, drinking wine, taking drugs, By the hundreds they go to hell. Shree Gorakh Raja speaks the plain truth. Rejoicing in aloneness, the siddha, Dwelling as a pair, the seeker, Needing four or five, the householder, Ten or twenty is an army. Greatness is when greatness is effaced, Consider this word of truth. The master seeks out the one who is humble And lifts the load from his head. Hope is distress, doubt is sorrow, These two major diseases won't leave without a master. Being with a master gives birth To the self-disciplines of meditation and love. He who burned sex to ashes while young, Look for such a yogi in the world, All others are just filling their stomachs. How can I tell you, O pundit, where God is. If you look within your own self, There is no I, no thou.
A stone house for God, a god of stone, How can love burst forth by worshipping stone? Wasting life in worshipping the lifeless, Being so unaware, How can you cross the ocean of the world? Bathing in one holy place after another, How can the inner be penetrated through an outer cleansing? Adinatha my grandson, Machhindranatha my son, Gorakh Avadhut beholds his offspring. Listen, O emperor, to this statement of pure intelligence. This dream world arises from the five elements. First the beginning, then the vessel, the recognition, and the conclusion – Shree Gorakh says, do these and you will know you are an emperor. To begin, drop sex, anger, ego, Dreams of the mind and the impurities of indulgence. Renounce worldly cravings, drop greed They catch hold of the swan and kill it. Drop duality and remain nondual, Drop embracing,others, remain boundless, Naturalness is the technique and asana happens, Body, mind and breath become steady. Awaken sanyama; take only necessary food, Renounce slumber, the death of your life. Drop tantra, mantra, yantra, Ancient medicine, amulets, metals and stones. All this use of devices will only lead you To the king's door, to politics. Drop using spells of all kinds and all sorcery, Listen yogis, to the start of the path of yoga. Move totally away from all other states, In all ways, remember the divine. Dropping all kinds of acting, Burn lust, anger and the ego. Don't wander on pilgrimages with your eyes full of great desires. No need to carry the weight of matted hair turned into heavy locks. No need for any virtues of planting trees and making gardens, Do not die digging wells and pools.
The breath weakened, the body decays, Be centered in sitting, O king. Don't waste your life in climbing mountains, Insisting on pilgrimages and vows. Drop all this worship and ritual, of chanting with beads, Enough of the pretensions of yoga. Abandon all business and your trade in knowledge, Your studying, your contemplating, your social conventions. Don't gather disciples, Avoid titles as if graveyards and debate as if poison. Hence I say; Realizing death, O king, remain alone. Seeing a gathering, don't boast of knowledge. Just be like someone dumb and ignorant. Drop the hopes of both king and commoner, Begging for your food, remaining absolutely indifferent. Let go of all potions, magic brews and alchemy, Renounce riddhi and embrace siddhi. Drop drinking alcohol and the taking of drugs, They create all sorts of dreams and fantasies. Nari, sari, kinguri, the master says to drop all three. The beginning, the vessel, the recognition, the conclusion – Shree Gorakh says, Do these and know you are an emperor.
