The Songs of Kabir
ham se rahâ na jây
I HEAR the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself:
The flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee has received its invitation.
The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart,
The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.
Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart has reached: p. 112
There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.
Kabîr says: "My heart is dying, though it lives."
The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart,
The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.
Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart has reached: p. 112
There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.
Kabîr says: "My heart is dying, though it lives."
Source: The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915], at sacred-texts.com
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