{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok69.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok69.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok69.htm","text":"III. 102. ham se rah\u00e2 na j\u00e2y\nI HEAR the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself:\nThe flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee has received its invitation.\nThe sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart,\nThe rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.\nWhere the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart has reached: {p. 112}\nThere the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.\nKab\u00eer says: \"My heart is dying, though it lives.\"","title":"LXVIII","type":"page"}