Songs of Kabir by Rabindranath Tagore
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page 80 of 87 (91%)
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This day is dear to me above all other days, for to-day the Beloved Lord is a guest in my house; My chamber and my courtyard are beautiful with His presence. My longings sing His Name, and they are become lost in His great beauty: I wash His feet, and I look upon His Face; and I lay before Him as an offering my body, my mind, and all that I have. What a day of gladness is that day in which my Beloved, who is my treasure, comes to my house! All evils fly from my heart when I see my Lord. "My love has touched Him; my heart is longing for the Name which is Truth." Thus sings Kabîr, the servant of all servants. LXXXIX I. 100. kôi s'untâ hai jñânî râg gagan men Is there any wise man who will listen to that solemn music which arises in the sky? For He, the Source of all music, makes all vessels full fraught, and rests in fullness Himself. He who is in the body is ever athirst, for he pursues that which is in part: But ever there wells forth deeper and deeper the sound "He is this--this is He"; fusing love and renunciation into one. |
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