Songs of Kabir — Song XVIII
Songs of Kabir — Song XVIII
Kabir
II. 77. _maddh âkas' âp jahân 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.
Kabîr says: "Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar."
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Complete 100-song 1915 English selection translated by Rabindranath Tagore. A selected edition, not the entire Kabir corpus. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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