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III. 110. carkha calai surat virahin ka

 

THE WOMAN who is parted from her lover spins at the spinning wheel.

The city of the body arises in its beauty; and within it the palace of the mind has been built.

The wheel of love revolves in the sky, and the seat is made of the jewels of knowledge:

What subtle threads the woman weaves, and makes them fine with love and reverence!

Kabir says: I am weaving the garland of day and night. When my Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall offer Him my tears.