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Song
86
Clouds thicken in the sky! O,
listen to the deep voice of their roaring;
The rain comes from the east with its monotonous
murmur.
Take care of the fences and boundaries of your
fields,
lest the rains overflow them;
Prepare the soil of deliverance, and let the
creepers of love and
renunciation be soaked in this shower.
It is the prudent farmer who will bring his harvest
home; he
shall fill both his vessels, and feed both the wise
men and the saints.
Song 87
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 Kabīr, the servant of all servants.
Song 88
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.
Kabīr says: "O brother! that is the Primal Word."
Song 89
To whom shall I go to learn about
my Beloved?
Kabīr says: "As you never may find the forest if you
ignore the
tree, so He may never be found in abstractions."
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