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Song
90
I have learned the Sanskrit
language, so let all men call me wise:
But where is the use of this, when I am floating
adrift, and
parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of
desire?
To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of
pride and vanity.
Kabīr says: "Lay it down in the dust, and go forth
to meet the
Beloved. Address Him as your Lord."
Song 91
The woman who is parted from her
lover spins at the spinning wheel.
The city of the body arises in its beauty; and
within it the
palace of the mind has been built.
The wheel of love revolves in the sky,
and the seat is made of the jewels of knowledge:
What subtle threads the woman weaves,
and makes them fine with love and reverence!
Kabīr says: "I am weaving the garland of day and
night. When my
Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall
offer Him my tears."
Song 92
Beneath the great umbrella of my
King millions of suns
and moons and stars are shining!
He is the Mind within my mind: He is the Eye within
mine eye.
Ah, could my mind and eyes be one! Could my love but
reach to my
Lover! Could but the fiery heat of my heart be
cooled!
Kabīr says: "When you unite love with the Lover,
then you have love's perfection."
Song 93
O sadhu! my land is a sorrowless
land.
I cry aloud to all, to the king and the beggar, the
emperor and the fakir--
Whosoever seeks for shelter in the Highest,
let all
come and settle in my land!
Let the weary come and lay his burdens here!
So live here, my brother, that you may cross with
ease to that other shore.
It is a land without earth or sky, without moon or
stars;
For only the radiance of Truth shines in my Lord's
Durbar.
Kabīr says: "O beloved brother! naught is essential
save Truth."
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