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Song
94
Came with my Lord to my Lord's
home: but I lived not with Him and
I tasted Him not, and my youth passed away like a
dream.
On my wedding night my women-friends sang in chorus,
and I was
anointed with the unguents of pleasure and pain:
But when the ceremony was over, I left my Lord and
came away, and
my kinsman tried to console me upon the road.
Kabīr says, "I shall go to my Lord's house with my
love at my
side; then shall I sound the trumpet of triumph!"
Song 95
O friend, dear heart of mine,
think well!
if you love indeed, then why do you sleep?
If you have found Him, then give yourself utterly,
and take Him to you.
Why do you loose Him again and again?
If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes, why
waste your
time making the bed and arranging the pillows?
Kabīr says: "I tell you the ways of love! Even
though the head
itself must be given, why should you weep over it?"
Song 96
The Lord is in me, the Lord is in
you, as life is in every seed.
O servant! put false pride away, and seek for Him
within you.
A million suns are ablaze with light,
The sea of blue spreads in the sky,
The fever of life is stilled, and all stains are
washed away;
when I sit in the midst of that world.
Hark to the unstruck bells and drums! Take your
delight in love!
Rains pour down without water, and the rivers are
streams of light.
One Love it is that pervades the whole world,
few
there are who know it fully:
They are blind who hope to see it by the light of
reason, that
reason which is the cause of separation--
The House of Reason is very far away!
How blessed is Kabīr,
that amidst this great joy he
sings within his own vessel.
It is the music of the meeting of soul with soul;
It is the music of the forgetting of sorrows;
It is the music that transcends all coming in and
all going forth.
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