{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok100.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok100.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok100.htm","text":"The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915]\nII. 111. N\u00e2rad, py\u00e2r so antar n\u00e2h\u00ee\nOH Narad! I know that my Lover cannot be far:\n When my Lover wakes, I wake; when He sleeps, I sleep.\n He is destroyed at the root who gives pain to my Beloved.\n Where they sing His praise, there I live;\n When He moves, I walk before Him: my heart yearns for my Beloved.\n The infinite pilgrimage lies at His feet, a million devotees are seated there.\n Kab\u00eer says: \"The Lover Himself reveals the glory of true love.\"","title":"The Songs of Kabir: XCIX","type":"page"}