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III. 102. ham se raha na jay

 

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 flittering in the air.

Kabir says: 'My heart is dying, though it lives.'