Songs of Kabir — Song XCII
Songs of Kabir — Song XCII
Kabir
III. 110. _carkhâ calai surat virahin kâ_
The woman who is parted from her lover spins at the spinning
wheel.
The city of the body arises in its beauty; and within it the
palace of the mind has been built.
The wheel of love revolves in the sky, and the seat is made of
the jewels of knowledge:
What subtle threads the woman weaves, and makes them fine with
love and reverence!
Kabîr says: "I am weaving the garland of day and night. When my
Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall offer Him my
tears."
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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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