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Song
49
That which you see is not: and for
that which is, you have no words.
Unless you see, you believe not: what is told you
you cannot accept.
He who is discerning knows by the word; and the
ignorant stands gaping.
Some contemplate the Formless, and others meditate
on form: but
the wise man knows that Brahma is beyond both.
That beauty of His is not seen of the eye:
that metre of His is not heard of the ear.
Kabīr says: "He who has found both love
and renunciation never descends to death."
Song 50
The flute of the Infinite is
played without ceasing, and its sound is love:
When love renounces all limits, it reaches truth.
How widely the fragrance spreads!
It has no end, nothing stands in its way.
The form of this melody is bright like a million
suns:
incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes
of truth.
Song 51
Dear friend, I am eager to meet my
Beloved! My youth has
flowered, and the pain of separation from Him
troubles my breast.
I am wandering yet in the alleys of knowledge
without purpose,
but I have received His news in these alleys of
knowledge.
I have a letter from my Beloved: in this letter is
an unutterable
message, and now my fear of death is done away.
Kabīr says: "O my loving friend! I have got for my
gift the Deathless One."
Song 52
When I am parted from my Beloved,
my heart is full of misery:
I
have no comfort in the day, I have no sleep in the
night.
To whom shall I tell my sorrow?
The night is dark; the hours slip by. Because my
Lord is absent,
I start up and tremble with fear.
Kabīr says: "Listen, my friend! there is no other
satisfaction,
save in the encounter with the Beloved."
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