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III. 102. ham se rahâ na jây

I hear the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself:

The flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee

has received its invitation.

The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my

heart,

The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.

Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart

has reached:

There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.

Kabîr says: "My heart is dying, though it lives."