The Pilgrim by Laxmi prasad Devkota(Poem)

Which temple will you visit, Pilgrim,
To which temple will you go?
What things will you take for worship,
and how will you do so?
Riding upon the peoples' backs,
To what heaven will you go?

The bones are the gorgeous columns,
The muscles are the walls.
The brain is the golden roof,
The senses are the doors!
The liquid waves of blood and veins;
The temple itself incomparable!
Which temple will you go to, Pilgrim,
To which temple's door?

In the glory throne of the spirit,
Reigns the Lord of the world.
The golden light of consciousness,
Is the crown on His head!
The gorgeous body-temple,
amidst the world.

God is inward; with outer eyes
What city do you seek?
God lives in depth; How far
on the surface will you drift?
Do you search? Arouse your heart,
light a luminous torch.

Pilgrim friend, God walks with you
on the middle of the road.
God kisses the hands
Doing the golden works.
He touches with his magic hands,
His servants' heads.

God sings by the roadside,
In harmony with birds.
God speaks in the songs
of human pain and sorrow.
But nowhere will he reveal himself
to your mortal eyes.

To which temple will you go, Pilgrim,
To which new, strange land?
Return, return! Go and hold
The feet of the people!
Put ointment in the rankling wounds
of the afflicted.
Be human, and make God's
divine face smile.