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Song
74
O my heart! you have not known all
the secrets of this city of
love: in ignorance you came, and in ignorance you
return.
O my friend, what have you done with this life? You
have taken
on your head the burden heavy with stones,
and who
is to
lighten it for you?
Your Friend stands on the other shore, but you never
think in
your mind how you may meet with Him:
The boat is broken, and yet you sit ever upon the
bank; and thus
you are beaten to no purpose by the waves.
The servant Kabīr asks you to consider;
who is there
that shall
befriend you at the last?
You are alone, you have no companion: you will
suffer the
consequences of your own deeds.
Song 75
The Vedas say that the
Unconditioned stands
beyond the world of
Conditions.
O woman, what does it avail thee to dispute
whether
He is beyond
all or in all?
See thou everything as thine own dwelling place: the
mist of
pleasure and pain can never spread there.
There Brahma is revealed day and night: there light
is His
garment, light is His seat, light rests on thy head.
Kabīr says: "The Master, who is true, He is all
light."
Song 76
Open your eyes of love, and see
Him who pervades this world I
consider it well, and know that this is your own
country.
When you meet the true Guru, He will awaken your
heart;
He will tell you the secret of love and detachment,
and then you
will know indeed that He transcends this universe.
This world is the City of Truth, its maze of paths
enchants the heart:
We can reach the goal without crossing the road,
such is the sport unending.
Where the ring of manifold joys ever dances about
Him,
there is the sport of Eternal Bliss.
When we know this, then all our receiving and
renouncing is over;
Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us
more.
He is the Ultimate Rest unbounded:
He has spread His form of love throughout all the
world.
From that Ray which is Truth, streams of new forms
are
perpetually springing: and He pervades those forms.
All the gardens and groves and bowers are abounding
with blossom;
and the air breaks forth into ripples of joy.
There the swan plays a wonderful game,
There the Unstruck Music eddies around the Infinite
One;
There in the midst the Throne of the Unheld is
shining,
whereon the great Being sits--
Millions of suns are shamed by the radiance of a
single hair of His body.
On the harp of the road what true melodies are being
sounded!
and its notes pierce the heart:
There the Eternal Fountain is playing
its endless
life-streams of birth and death.
They call Him Emptiness who is the Truth of truths,
in Whom all truths are stored!
There within Him creation goes forward, which is
beyond all
philosophy; for philosophy cannot attain to Him:
There is an endless world, O my Brother! and there
is the
Nameless Being, of whom naught can be said.
Only he knows it who has reached that region:
it is other than all that is heard and said.
No form, no body, no length, no breadth is seen
there:
how can I tell you that which it is?
He comes to the Path of the Infinite on whom the
grace of the
Lord descends: he is freed from births and deaths
who attains to Him.
Kabīr says: "It cannot be told by the words of the
mouth,
it cannot be written on paper:
It is like a dumb person
who tastes a sweet
thing--how shall it be explained?"
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