Tell me, O
Brother, O Sister
on what
prop does the sky rest?
Happy is he
who has
pierced the Mystery!
On that
canopy of the sky,
stars
appear:
Who is the
clever artist
who painted
them?
Him whom
you seek
is not up
there _
He ahas His
dwelling
Immortality
Says Kabir,
He alone
will know Him
Who has God
in his heart
and God's
Name on his lips. |