{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok069.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok069.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok069.htm","text":"The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915]\nIII. 102. ham se rah\u00e2 na j\u00e2y\nI HEAR the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself:\n The flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee has received its invitation.\n The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart,\n The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.\n Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart has reached: p. 112\n There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.\n Kab\u00eer says: \"My heart is dying, though it lives.\"","title":"The Songs of Kabir: LXVIII","type":"page"}