{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok086.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok086.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok086.htm","text":"The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915]\nIII. 90. naihar se jiyar\u00e2 ph\u00e2t re\nMY heart cries aloud for the house of my lover; the open road and the shelter of a roof are all one to her who has lost the city of her husband.\n My heart finds no joy in anything: my mind and my body are distraught.\n His palace has a million gates, but there is a vast ocean between it and me:\n How shall I cross it, O friend? for endless is the outstretching of the path.\n How wondrously this lyre is wrought! When its strings are rightly strung, it maddens the heart: but when the keys are broken and the strings are loosened, none regard it more.\n I tell my parents with laughter that I must go to my Lord in the morning; p. 132\nThey are angry, for they do not want me to go, and they say: \"She thinks she has gained such dominion over her husband that she can have whatsoever she wishes; and therefore she is impatient to go to him.\"\n Dear friend, lift my veil lightly now; for this is the night of love.\n Kab\u00eer says: \"Listen to me! My heart is eager to meet my lover: I lie sleepless upon my bed. Remember me early in the morning!\"","title":"The Songs of Kabir: LXXXV","type":"page"}