PagineWhat is that flute whose music thrills me with joy
by Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1915) · From Songs of Kabir, LIII
What is that flute whose music thrills me with joy?
The flame burns without a lamp;
The lotus blossoms without a root;
Flowers bloom in clusters;
The moon-bird is devoted to the moon;
With all its heart the rain-bird longs for the shower of rain;
But upon whose love does the Lover concentrate His entire life?
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.