"Gone Are the Saints"

Gone are the saints, passed to the heavenly sphere;
Only their fame tarries behind them here.

Our ears have heard of their unworldly ways, —
But there are no saints like them nowadays.

Men talk of knowledge, — say, "It's this and this,"
But still Nivritti's way to truth they miss.

They'll show us Parabrahm, they say; but, ah,
There's no one has the skill of Jnanoba.

They talk of bliss of earth and bliss divine,
But only Sopandev can say, "'Tis mine."

Ah, God, says Namdev, say we what we will,
Thy secret, Muktabai, escapes us still.