Tati Ughada Dnyaneshwara — Sant Muktabai Abhanga

A yogi's mind is pure; let him bear the faults of lesser people. The world has become fire with rage — let the saints turn to soothing water. Harsh words bring only grief; saints should give gentle counsel instead. The whole universe is strung on a single thread of Brahman — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

He has made his home in the ocean of bliss — what is high or low to such a one?

Brother, as you wish others to be, so does the Lord act toward you.

This is but a divine play of masks, never still for even a moment.

From the One, many have arisen — each must be cherished and cared for.

Understand through pure witnessing — even the Vedas speak only in the name of Om.

One grows proud of his greatness, another is lost in ego — set all this aside and hold fast to peace. Open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

One who has merely taken saffron robes in name while remaining a slave to desire within should not be called a true sadhu — he only invites ridicule in the world. Each soul must seek and discover its own true self; discernment dwells only with such self-knowledge. Set aside every craving and hypocrisy — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

Know him alone to be a true saint who carries compassion and forgiveness within. One whose mind never touches greed or ego — know him alone to be truly detached. He is happy in this world and the next, for pure knowledge flows from his lips. Set aside every false imagining — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

Only some truly become saints themselves; all others wander uselessly. Even in Brahman the root of delusion stirs — it is all merely Maya's childish play. When Maya no longer remains, then the universe itself becomes Brahman. Grasping this from beginning to end, saints alone find true peace. Set aside all worry and anger — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

Brahman remains ever as it is — to us, all beings are our elders.

When our own hand strikes ourselves, we never grieve over it.

When our own teeth bite the tongue, who then goes about breaking those teeth in anger?

The mind is deeply hurt, yet boundless wisdom lies ahead.

One must chew iron pellets of hardship before dancing upon the seat of Brahman.

Subdue the mind and rise beyond it — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

Become yourself an ocean of bliss, and cool the world with your wisdom. Let no distance ever enter your teaching — a true sadhu knows no 'mine' or 'another's'. Give your own life freely to every living being; then there is no room for envy. Hold firmly in your heart this means of crossing over — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

Oh, where could anger even go — for everything is truly oneself alone. To understand this is the highest wisdom: that every person is none other than the Lord Himself. You have bound this vow to your own feet — let your actions never betray it. The moment anger rises, all one's yogic discipline turns fruitless. Hold fast to this great vision — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

Abandon every imagined attachment — that alone is true samadhi for the sadhu.

With whom should one even argue, since argument only deepens the pit of duality?

What is not understood further — even one who flies high eventually lands at someone's feet.

The mind alone plays its little tricks, while the helpless elements merely stand by as onlookers.

All of this is the Lord's own doing — who else has truly done anything here?

Take hold once more of the pure path — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

What use are mountain caves, when anger has only followed close behind? No true renunciate should ever harbor hatred for the highest truth. One builds a house on the mountain, yet still wanders door to door chasing desire. What yogic discipline has truly been achieved, if the heart within remains unfree from craving? Make your heart pure as the waters of the Ganga — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!

One whose faith has become entirely pure finds that God is never far from him.

Every spiritual practice is but a skill of the hand; such mastery can never be bought in any marketplace.

Oh, you too should become just so, understanding all through inference alone.

This is what our true Guru-lord has accomplished, He who is the beloved of Mother Rukmini.

Who else could possibly teach there — one must simply gather the essence and take it for oneself.

Little, loving Muktabai says: her very life and its worth rest exactly where they have always been.

You, having crossed over yourself, now ferry the whole world across — open the door, Dnyaneshwara!