The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart, the rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.
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 call of the VEENA again, or follow the FLUTE?
[Source: RT 68 (partial); 3.102. ham se rahâ na jây]
Here is the full poem:
LXVIII
III. 102. ham se rahâ na jây
I hear the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself:
The flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee
has received its invitation.
The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my
heart,
The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.
Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart
has reached:
There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.
Kabîr says: "My heart is dying, though it lives."
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