Lxiv
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"The Songs of Kabir", tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915],
Lxiv
I. 117. \"sn se lagan kaThin hai, bh "
NOW hard it is to meet my Lord!
The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain: almost she dies of her longing, yet she would have none other water than the rain.
Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear. p. 108
The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not afraid of the fire.
Put away all fear for this poor body.
"The Songs of Kabir", tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915],
Lxiv
I. 117. \"sn se lagan kaThin hai, bh "
NOW hard it is to meet my Lord!
The rain-bird wails in thirst for the rain: almost she dies of her longing, yet she would have none other water than the rain.
Drawn by the love of music, the deer moves forward: she dies as she listens to the music, yet she shrinks not in fear. p. 108
The widowed wife sits by the body of her dead husband: she is not afraid of the fire.
Put away all fear for this poor body.
