Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has

  the mind made a swing:

Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never

  ceases its sway.

Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their

  courses are there:

Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.

All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and

  the Lord Himself taking form:

And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.