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
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.”
From: Songs Of Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company .19-2/15