Garden: Where is the night...

Where is the night, when the sun is shining? If it is night, then the sun withdraws its light. Where knowledge is, can ignorance endure? If there be ignorance, then knowledge must die.

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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 37 (partial); 1.36. sûr parkâs', tanh rain kahân pâïye]

Here is the full poem:

XXXVII

I. 36. sûr parkâs', tanh rain kahân pâïye

  Where is the night, when the sun is shining? If it is night,

    then the sun withdraws its light. Where knowledge is, can

    ignorance endure?

  If there be ignorance, then knowledge must die.

  If there be lust, how can love be there? Where there is love,

    there is no lust.

  Lay hold on your sword, and join in the fight. Fight, O my

    brother, as long as life lasts.

  Strike off your enemy's head, and there make an end of him

    quickly: then come, and bow your head at your King's Durbar.

  He who is brave, never forsakes the battle: he who flies from it

    is no true fighter.

  In the field of this body a great war goes forward, against

    passion, anger, pride, and greed:

  It is in the kingdom of truth, contentment and purity, that this

    battle is raging; and the sword that rings forth most loudly is

    the sword of His Name.

  Kabîr says: "When a brave knight takes the field, a host of

    cowards is put to flight.

  It is a hard fight and a weary one, this fight of the

    truth-seeker: for the vow of the truth-seeker is more hard than

    that of the warrior, or of the widowed wife who would follow her

    husband.

  For the warrior fights for a few hours, and the widow's struggle

    with death is soon ended:

  But the truth-seeker's battle goes on day and night, as long as

    life lasts it never ceases."

Garden: The moon shines...

The moon SHINES in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it: the moon is within me, and so is the sun. The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me, but my deaf ears cannot hear it. The musk is in the DEER, but it seeks it not within itself: it WANDERS in quest of grass.

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Where to next: the SHINING or the WANDERING... or perhaps the DEER?

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[Source: RT 6 (partial); 1.83. candâ jhalkai yahi ghat mâhîn]

Here is the full poem:

VI

I. 83. candâ jhalkai yahi ghat mâhîn

  The moon shines in my body, but my blind eyes cannot see it:
  The moon is within me, and so is the sun.
  The unstruck drum of Eternity is sounded within me; but my deaf
    ears cannot hear it.
  So long as man clamours for the I and the Mine,
    his works are as naught:
  When all love of the I and the Mine is dead, then
    the work of the Lord is done.
  For work has no other aim than the getting of knowledge:
  When that comes, then work is put away.
  The flower blooms for the fruit: when the fruit comes, the flower
    withers.
  The musk is in the deer, but it seeks it not within itself: it
    wanders in quest of grass.