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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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By:  Kabir

From: Songs Of Kabir

Translated by Rabindranath Tagore

New York, The Macmillan Company 1915