Complete Works. Rabindranath Tagore
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Название: Complete Works

Автор: Rabindranath Tagore

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       He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor

       unrevealed:

       There are no words to tell that which He is.

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      I. 121. tohi mori lagan lagâye re phakîr wâ

      To Thee Thou hast drawn my love, O Fakir!

       I was sleeping in my own chamber, and Thou didst awaken me;

       striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir!

       I was drowning in the deeps of the ocean of this world, and

       Thou didst save me: upholding me with Thine arm, O Fakir!

       Only one word and no second—and Thou hast made me tear off all

       my bonds, O Fakir!

       Kabîr says, "Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir!"

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      I. 131. nis' din khelat rahî sakhiyân sang

      I played day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly

       afraid.

       So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its

       stairs: yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.

       My heart must cleave to my Lover; I must withdraw my veil, and

       meet Him with all my body:

       Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.

       Kabîr says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves. If

       you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One, it is vain

       to adorn your body, vain to put unguent on your eyelids."

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      II. 24. hamsâ, kaho purâtan vât

      Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.

       From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?

       Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?

      Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!

       There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the

       terror of Death is no more.

       There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent "He

       is I" is borne on the wind:

       There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no

       other joy.

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      II. 37. angadhiyâ devâ

      O Lord Increate, who will serve Thee?

       Every votary offers his worship to the God of his own creation:

       each day he receives service—

       None seek Him, the Perfect: Brahma, the Indivisible Lord.

       They believe in ten Avatars; but no Avatar can be the Infinite

       Spirit, for he suffers the results of his deeds:

       The Supreme One must be other than this.

       The Yogi, the Sanyasi, the Ascetics, are disputing one with

       another:

       Kabîr says, "O brother! he who has seen that radiance of love,

       he is saved."

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      II. 56. dariyâ kî lahar dariyâo hai jî

      The river and its waves are one

       surf: where is the difference between the river and its waves?

       When the wave rises, it is the water; and when it falls, it is

       the same water again. Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?

       Because it has been named as wave, shall it no longer be

       considered as water?

      Within the Supreme Brahma, the worlds are being told like beads:

       Look upon that rosary with the eyes of wisdom.

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      II. 57. jânh khelat vasant riturâj

      Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth, there the

       Unstruck Music sounds of itself,

       There the streams of light flow in all directions;

       Few are the men who can cross to that shore!

       There, where millions of Krishnas stand with hands folded,

       Where millions of Vishnus bow their heads,

       Where millions of Brahmâs are reading the Vedas,

       Where millions of Shivas are lost in contemplation,

       Where millions of Indras dwell in the sky,

       Where the demi-gods and the munis are unnumbered,

       Where millions of Saraswatis, Goddess of Music, play on the vina—

       There is my Lord self-revealed: and the scent of sandal and

       flowers dwells in those deeps.

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