Kabir for Nomi: Garden: Water

Sunday, September 17, 2000

Garden: O my heart, let us go...

O my heart! Let us go to that country where dwells the BELOVED, the ravisher of my heart! There Love is filling her PITCHER from the well, yet she has no rope wherewith to draw water; there the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in gentle showers.

Where to next: the BELOVED or the PITCHER?

[Source: RT 77 (partial); 3.60. cal hamsâ wâ des' jahân]

Here is the full poem:

LXXVII

III. 60. cal hamsâ wâ des' jahân

O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved,
the ravisher of my heart!
There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no
rope wherewith to draw water;
There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in
gentle showers:
O bodiless one! do not sit on your doorstep; go forth and bathe
yourself in that rain!
There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one
sun only? that land is illuminate with the rays of a million
suns.

Garden: Between the poles...

Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing: thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway. All swing! The sky and the earth and the AIR and the WATER, and the Lord Himself taking form: and the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.

Where to next: AIR or WATER?

[Source: RT 16 (partial); 2.59. jânh, cet acet khambh dôû]

swing. The festival of Jhulan Yatra festival celebrates the swing enjoyed by Krishna and his lover Radha.

Here is the full poem:

XVI

II. 59. jânh, cet acet khambh dôû

Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has
the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never
ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their
courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and
the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.