Garden: The sky roars...

The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart, the rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.

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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 call of the VEENA again, or follow the FLUTE?

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[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."

Garden: Kabir ponders and says...

Kabîr ponders and says: "He who has neither caste nor country, who is formless and without quality, fills all space." The earth is His joy; His joy is the sky; His joy is the FLASHING of the sun and the moon; His joy is the beginning, the middle, and the end; His joy is eyes, DARKNESS, and light.

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Where to next: the FLASH or the DARKNESS?

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[Source: RT 82 (partial); 3.76. kahain Kabîr vicâr ke]

caste. You can read more about Sanskrit caste-terms varna and jati at Wikipedia.

Here is the full poem:

LXXXII

III. 76. kahain Kabîr vicâr ke

  Kabîr ponders and says: "He who has neither caste nor country,

    who is formless and without quality, fills all space."

  The Creator brought into being the Game of Joy: and from the word

    Om the Creation sprang.

  The earth is His joy; His joy is the sky;

  His joy is the flashing of the sun and the moon;

  His joy is the beginning, the middle, and the end;

  His joy is eyes, darkness, and light.

  Oceans and waves are His joy: His joy the Sarasvati, the Jumna,

    and the Ganges.

  The Guru is One: and life and death., union and separation, are

    all His plays of joy!

  His play the land and water, the whole universe!

  His play the earth and the sky!

  In play is the Creation spread out, in play it is established.

    The whole world, says Kabîr, rests in His play, yet still the

    Player remains unknown.