Xviii
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"The Songs of Kabir", tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915],
Xviii
Ii. 77. \"maddh kas' p jahn baiThe "
THE middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light;
There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His delight.
In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.
On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and pours, and never ceases.
Kabr says: "Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar."
"The Songs of Kabir", tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915],
Xviii
Ii. 77. \"maddh kas' p jahn baiThe "
THE middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light;
There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His delight.
In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.
On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and pours, and never ceases.
Kabr says: "Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar."
