LXXVII
III. 60. chal hansa wa des jahan
chal hansa wa des jahan piyaa basye chitchor
surat sohaagin hai panihaarin, bhare thaad bin dor
vahi desavaa baadar n umadye, rimjhim barasye meh
choubaare mein baith raho naa, jaa bhijahoo nirdeh
vahi desavaa mein nitt poornimaa, kabahoo n hoy andher
ek suraj kye kavan bataavye, kotin suraj unjer
O my heart! let us go to that country where dwells the Beloved, the ravisher of my heart!
There Love is filling her pitcher from the well, yet she has no rope wherewith to draw water;
There the clouds do not cover the sky, yet the rain falls down in gentle showers:
O bodiless one! do not sit on your doorstep; go forth and bathe yourself in that rain!
There it is ever moonlight and never dark; and who speaks of one sun only? that land is illuminate with the rays of a million suns.