Showing posts with label Garden: Melody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Garden: Melody. Show all posts

Sunday, September 17, 2000

Garden: O friend, this body...


O friend! This BODY is His lyre; He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of BRAHMA. Kabîr says: "None but Brahma can evoke its melodies."

Where to next: BRAHMA or the BODY?


[Source: RT 39 (partial); 1.59. sâdho, yah tan thâth tanvure ka]

lyre. There are various stringed instruments used in Indian classical music such as the sitar and the veena.

BrahmaBrahman: The "ultimate reality" or "creative principle" (ब्रह्मन्), usually transliterated into English as Brahman, while Brahma (ब्रह्मा) is the creator god. (Tagore uses the English spelling Brahma for both.)

Here is the full poem:

XXXIX

I. 59. sâdho, yah tan thâth tanvure ka

  O friend! this body is His lyre; He tightens its strings, and
    draws from it the melody of Brahma.
  If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this
    instrument of dust return:
  Kabîr says: "None but Brahma can evoke its melodies."

Garden: The flute of the infinite...


The flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love: when love renounces all limits, it reaches truth. How widely the FRAGRANCE spreads! It has no end, nothing stands in its way. The form of this MELODY is bright like a million suns: incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.

Where to next: the FRAGRANCE or the MELODY?


[Source: RT 50; 1.126. muralî bajat akhand sadâye]