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saint kabir songs
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tale of love, untellable
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tell and still it is
hidden
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drunk with boundless youth
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a true lover never dies
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one who walks alone
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why wander away?
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enter your temple
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why go to others?
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relax in joy
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come what may, allow
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simple union is the best
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immersed in great bliss
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if you do not find your
soul
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he himself is the creator
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the formless is in
the midst of all forms
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the secret of this love
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one thing in the
world that satisfies
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Kabir Songs -
Tale of love, untellable
Love's not grown in gardens;
Love's not sold at market.
He who wants it, king or commoner,
gives his head and takes it.
Studying great books many have died
none ever becomes learned.
Two letters and a half in love,
who studies them is learning.
Narrow is the lane of love.
Two will never fit.
When I was, the Lord was not.
Now He is; I am not.
Kabir says: clouds of love
came on me showering;
Soaked the heart
greening the inner jungle.
A heart dry of love;
God again untasted.
This is man in this world;
His arising wasted.
Roused, ecstatic with His name,
love-drunk, overflowing,
reveling in His vision
Why bother with liberation?
Tale of love, untellable.
Not a bit is ever told.
The sweets of a dumb one -
he enjoys and smiles. |
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