XIX
O my heart! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you:
wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved: for your Lord stands near to your
head.
You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not
wake?
By: Kabir
From: Songs Of Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company 1915