Kabir (1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)
The middle region of the sky
The middle region of the sky,
wherein the spirit dwelleth,
is radiant with the music of light;
There, where the pure and white music blossoms,
my Lord takes His delight.
In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, t
he brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.
On that shore there is a city,
where the rain of nectar pours and pours,
and never ceases.
Kabîr says: 'Come, O Dharmadas!
and see my great Lord's Durbar.'
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company 1915
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