Songs of Kabir by Rabindranath Tagore
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meeting is seen of none.
The wise shall understand it. LXXXIV III. 89. mor phakîrwâ mângi jây The Beggar goes a-begging, but I could not even catch sight of Him: And what shall I beg of the Beggar He gives without my asking. Kabîr says: "I am His own: now let that befall which may befall!" LXXXV III. 90. naihar se jiyarâ phât re My heart cries aloud for the house of my lover; the open road and the shelter of a roof are all one to her who has lost the city of her husband. My heart finds no joy in anything: my mind and my body are distraught. His palace has a million gates, but there is a vast ocean between it and me: How shall I cross it, O friend? for endless is the outstretching |
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