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XI

 

I played day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly

  afraid.

So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its

  stairs: yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.

My heart must cleave to my Lover; I must withdraw my veil, and

  meet Him with all my body:

Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.

KabĂ®r says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves.  If

  you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One, it is vain

  to adorn your body, vain to put unguent on your eyelids."

 

 

 

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By:  Kabir 

 

From: Songs Of Kabir

 

Translated by Rabindranath Tagore

 

New York, The Macmillan Company 1915