{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok093.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok093.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok093.htm","text":"The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915]\nIII. 110. carkh\u00e2 calai surat virahin k\u00e2\nTHE woman who is parted from her lover spins at the spinning wheel.\n The city of the body arises in its beauty; and within it the palace of the mind has been built.\n The wheel of love revolves in the sky, and the seat is made of the jewels of knowledge:\n What subtle threads the woman weaves, and makes them fine with love and reverence! p. 138\n Kab\u00eer says: \"I am weaving the garland of day and night. When my Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall offer Him my tears.\"","title":"The Songs of Kabir: XCII","type":"page"}