English Translation Those who have walked and walked
And found the goal,
Will they speak of it in words
And yet more words?
So long as you speak of it
In words and more words,
All your progress, I say,
Is only a lie!
When your awareness, born
Of the churning of words,
Is itself the result
Of the senses' churning,
What could have made this sound
So matchless different?
Do you, then, talk to score a point?
It's no achievement, sure,
This mind's self-witnessing!
My Ajaganna, my brother,
Has withdrawn into silence, just
Because he was tired of words!
