Religion
Song LXXVII: O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore, with Evelyn Underhill (1915) · From Songs of Kabir (1915)
O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved, the ravisher of my heart!
There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no rope wherewith to draw water;
There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in gentle showers:
O bodiless one! do not sit on your doorstep; go forth and bathe yourself in that rain!
There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one sun only? that land is illuminate with the rays of a million suns.
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MLA
Kabir. “Song LXXVII: O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore, with Evelyn Underhill. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kabir/76/.
Chicago
Kabir. “Song LXXVII: O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved.” Translated by Rabindranath Tagore, with Evelyn Underhill. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kabir/76/.
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- Song LXXIX: I am neither pious nor ungodly, I live neither by law nor by sense,
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