The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, , at sacred-texts.com
III. 12. samskirit bhâshâ padhi lînhâ
I HAVE learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise:
But where is the use of this, when I p. 137 am floating adrift, and parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire?
To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and vanity.
Kabîr says: "Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord."