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Poetry
Chaikhana
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About KabirTimeline (15th Century) |
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English version by Original Language |
My friend, this body is His lute. He tightens the strings and plays its songs.
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My friend, this body is His lute. He tightens the strings and plays its songs.
If the strings break and the pegs work loose, this lute, made of dust, returns to dust. Kabir says: Nobody else can wake from it that heavenly music.
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