Friday, 25 November 2011

When my Beloved comes Kabir

THE Lover who is parted from her Beloved 
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 lover weaves, 
and makes them fine with love and reverence !

Kabîr says: 
"I am weaving the garland of day and night. 
When my Beloved comes 
and touches me with His kiss, 
I shall offer Him my tears."

~ Kabir 
The Songs of Kabir, 
tr. by Rabindranath Tagore
Art by Ekaterina Prozheyko

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