Garden: How blessed is Kabir...

How blessed is Kabîr, that amidst this great joy he sings within his own vessel. It is the music of the meeting of soul with soul; it is the music of the forgetting of sorrows; it is the music that transcends all coming in and all going forth.

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Next: This is the end of a path, but not the end of the garden. Return to the beginning: would you like to follow the FLUTE, or answer the call of the VEENA?

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[Source: RT 97 (partial); 2.90. sâhab ham men, sâhab tum men]

Here is the full poem:

XCVII

II. 90. sâhab ham men, sâhab tum men

  The Lord is in me, the Lord is in you, as life is in every seed.
    O servant! put false pride away, and seek for Him within you.
  A million suns are ablaze with light,
  The sea of blue spreads in the sky,
  The fever of life is stilled, and all stains are washed away;
    when I sit in the midst of that world.
  Hark to the unstruck bells and drums! Take your delight in love!
  Rains pour down without water, and the rivers are streams of
    light.
  One Love it is that pervades the whole world, few there are who
    know it fully:
  They are blind who hope to see it by the light of reason, that
    reason which is the cause of separation—
  The House of Reason is very far away!
  How blessed is Kabîr, that amidst this great joy he sings within
    his own vessel.
  It is the music of the meeting of soul with soul;
  It is the music of the forgetting of sorrows;
  It is the music that transcends all coming in and all going
    forth.