Terrence Anathema Transcribes: The Final State

(By Kabir ca. 1420, translated by Vinay Dharwadker)

The ineffable tale
  of that final simple state:

it's utterly different.

It can't be weighed on a scale,
  can't be whittled down.
It doesn't feel heavy
  and doesn't feel light.

It has no rain, no sea,
  no sun or shade.
It doesn't contain
  creation or destruction.

No life, no death exist in it,
  no grief, no joy
Both solitude and blissful union
  are absent from it.

It has no up or down
  no high or low
It doesn't contain
  either night or day.

There's no water, no air,
  no fire that flares again and again.
The True Master permeates
  everything there.

The Eternal One remains
  unmoving, imperceptible, unknowable.
You can attain Him
  with the Guru's grace.