Garden: Receive the waves...

Receive the waves in your body: what SPLENDOUR is in the region of the sea! Hark! The sounds of conches and bells are rising. Kabîr says: "O brother, behold! The Lord is in this VESSEL of my body."

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Where to next: the VESSEL or the SPLENDOR?

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[Source: RT 23 (partial); 2.40. tinwir sâñjh kâ gahirâ âwai]

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XXIII

II. 40. tinwir sâñjh kâ gahirâ âwai

  The shadows of evening fall thick and deep, and the darkness of
    love envelops the body and the mind.
  Open the window to the west, and be lost in the sky of love;
  Drink the sweet honey that steeps the petals of the lotus of the
    heart.
  Receive the waves in your body: what splendour is in the region
    of the sea!
  Hark! the sounds of conches and bells are rising.
  Kabîr says: "O brother, behold! the Lord is in this vessel of my
    body."

Garden: Where the rhythm...

Where the rhythm of the world RISES and FALLS, thither my heart has reached: there the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.

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Where to next: the RISING or the FALLING?

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[Source: RT 68 (partial); 3.102. ham se rahâ na jây]

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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."