Not by matted hair, not by clan, Not by birth does one become a brahmin. The one in whom there is truth and Dharma Is the one who is pure, is a brahmin. (393) Fool! What use is matted hair? What use is a deerskin robe? The tangled jungle is within you And you groom the outside! (394) Someone robed in discarded rags, Lean, with veins showing, Alone in the forest, absorbed in meditation, I call a brahmin. (395) I call no one a brahmin For being born from a womb, from a mother.
