LXXXIX

The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915], at sacred-texts.com

LXXXIX

I. 100. kôi s'untâ hai jñânî râg gagan men

IS there any wise man who will listen to that solemn music which arises in the sky?
For He, the Source of all music, makes all vessels full fraught, and rests in fullness Himself. p. 136
He who is in the body is ever athirst, for he pursues that which is in part:
But ever there wells forth deeper and deeper the sound "He is this--this is He"; fusing love and renunciation into one.
Kabîr says: "O brother! that is the Primal Word."