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Song 97
The month of March draws near: ah,
who will unite me to my Lover?
How shall I find words for the beauty of my Beloved?
For He is merged in all beauty.
His colour is in all the pictures of the world,
and it bewitches the body and the mind.
Those who know this, know what is this unutterable
play of the Spring.
Kabīr says: "Listen to me, brother' there are not
many who have found this out."
Song
98
Oh Narad! I know that my Lover
cannot be far:
When my Lover wakes, I wake; when He sleeps, I
sleep.
He is destroyed at the root who gives pain to my
Beloved.
Where they sing His praise, there I live;
When He moves, I walk before Him: my heart yearns
for my Beloved.
The infinite pilgrimage lies at His feet, a million
devotees are seated there.
Kabīr says: "The Lover Himself reveals the glory of
true love."
Song 99
Hang up the swing of love to-day!
Hang the body and the mind
between the arms of the Beloved, in the ecstasy of
love's joy:
Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds to
your eyes, and
cover your heart with the shadow of darkness:
Bring your face nearer to His ear,
and speak of the deepest longings of your heart.
Kabīr says: "Listen to me, brother!
bring the vision
of the Beloved in your heart."
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