KABIR’S POEMS
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And the sight of this has made Kabir a servant.
XVII
II. 61. grah candra tapan jot barat hai
The light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright :
The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love’s detachment beats the time.
Day and night, the chorus of music fills the heavens; and Kabir says,
"My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky."
Do you know how the moments perform their adoration ?
Waving its row of lamps, the universe sings in worship day and night,
There are the hidden banner and the secret canopy :
