BETWEEN the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabîr a servant.
Between My Country—and the Others—
There is a Sea—
But Flowers—negotiate between us—
As Ministry.
Better to listen to the tale than talk of love;
If this be awareness, then I must lose it;
If that cannot make my heart rejoice freely
Better than such a laughter is to shed silent tears.
Hver Time er forgyldt, og Viiseren tillige;
Du Jord-Klimp, hør engang, hvad Guldet her vil sige.
Den gyldne Time gik, men kommer aldrig meer;
Blev denne Sandhed nu engang til Hierte tagen,
Saa merkte vi tilgavns, hvad Klokken den var slagen.
The kisses you
refused were the best
like the poems
on the lake I didn't write.
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Best Gains—must have the Losses' Test—
To constitute them—Gains—
The fish that flees away
breaking the hook
seems to be the best;
the lips of you, o girl,
you have not given me to kiss,
seem to be the best.
Bescheide dich:
Nicht was du nahmst, nur was du gabst, vermag
Dich über deinen Tod hinauszuretten.
Wer wird einst fragen, ob du deiner Lust genüge tatest -
Wenn ich jetzt stürbe, hätt´ ich kaum gelebt -
Empfangend nicht und gebend kaum.
The little feet have left the house,
The little voice is still:
Without, the wan wind-weary boughs;
Within, the will
To go and hear the wee feet tread
Within the garden of the dead.
Je suis triste, ma reine,
Que mon coeur, mon coeur a de peine,
Je suis triste, ma reine,
D'être si loin de vous.