Complete Works. Rabindranath Tagore

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       He drinks from the cup of the inbreathings and the outbreathings

       of love."

      There the whole sky is filled with sound, and there that music is

       made without fingers and without strings;

       There the game of pleasure and pain does not cease.

       Kabîr says: "If you merge your life in the Ocean of Life, you

       will find your life in the Supreme Land of Bliss."

      What a frenzy of ecstasy there is in every hour! and the

       worshipper is pressing out and drinking the essence of the

       hours: he lives in the life of Brahma.

       I speak truth, for I have accepted truth in life; I am now

       attached to truth, I have swept all tinsel away.

       Kabîr says: "Thus is the worshipper set free from fear; thus have

       all errors of life and of death left him."

      There the sky is filled with music:

       There it rains nectar:

       There the harp-strings jingle, and there the drums beat.

       What a secret splendour is there, in the mansion of the sky!

       There no mention is made of the rising and the setting of the

       sun;

       In the ocean of manifestation, which is the light of love, day

       and night are felt to be one.

       Joy for ever, no sorrow,—no struggle!

       There have I seen joy filled to the brim, perfection of joy;

       No place for error is there.

       Kabîr says: "There have I witnessed the sport of One Bliss!"

      I have known in my body the sport of the universe: I have escaped

       from the error of this world..

       The inward and the outward are become as one sky, the Infinite

       and the finite are united: I am drunken with the sight of this

       All!

       This Light of Thine fulfils the universe: the lamp of love that

       burns on the salver of knowledge.

       Kabîr says: "There error cannot enter, and the conflict of life

       and death is felt no more."

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      II. 77. maddh âkas' âp jahân baithe

      The middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is

       radiant with the music of light;

       There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His

       delight.

       In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the

       brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.

       On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and

       pours, and never ceases.

       Kabîr says: "Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar."

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      II. 20. paramâtam guru nikat virâjatn

      O my heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you:

       wake, oh wake!

       Run to the feet of your Beloved: for your Lord stands near to your

       head.

       You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not

       wake?

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      II. 22. man tu pâr utar kânh jaiho

      To what shore would you cross, O my heart? there is no traveller

       before you, there is no road:

       Where is the movement, where is the rest, on that shore?

       There is no water; no boat, no boatman, is there;

       There is not so much as a rope to tow the boat, nor a man to draw

       it.

       No earth, no sky, no time, no thing, is there: no shore, no ford!

       There, there is neither body nor mind: and where is the place

       that shall still the thirst of the soul? You shall find naught

       in that emptiness.

       Be strong, and enter into your own body: for there your foothold

       is firm. Consider it well, O my heart! go not elsewhere,

       Kabîr says: "Put all imaginations away, and stand fast in that

       which you are."

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      II. 33. ghar ghar dîpak barai

      Lamps burn in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them.

       One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see:

       and the fetters of death will fall from you.

       There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing to do: it is

       he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die again.

      Because he lives in solitude, therefore the Yogi says that his

       home is far away.

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