'Kabir the Indian poet-saint'' by Kuheli
Sharing with you a song of Kabir saab
translated by Rabindranath Tagore in 1915 for
SONGS OF KABÎR.
O How may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.
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on the dark night
how may i call you?
rain moon
© Kuheli
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consciousness
holds no name and mine
with every choice I make
(or)
a consciousness holds
no name and mine with every
choice I make; and you?
©JP/davh
How enigmatic...and how appropriate for the theme!
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These are beautiful, Jules -- though I definitely like the first one better.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful reflection of Kabir's song. :)
you made it so well ... got the exact mood of Kabir saab.
ReplyDeleteThat first one is in my opinion the best version, you did a great job on this GW-post Jules.
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