Saturday, July 25, 2009

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.

-- Kabir (translated by C. Milosz and R. Haas)
from The Enlightened Heart, edited by Stephen Mitchell

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