XVIII
II. 77. maddh akas ap jahan baithe
maddh aakaas ap jahan baithe, jot sabd ujiyaaraa ho
set saroop raag jahn phoolye, saain karat bihaaraa ho
kotin chand-soor chhip jaihyen, ek rom ujiyaaraa ho
vahi paar ek nagar basat hai, barsat amrit dhaaraa ho
kahyen Kabir suno Dharmdaasaa, lakho purush darbaaraa ho
The middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light;
There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His delight.
In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.
On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and pours, and never ceases.
Kabir says: "Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar."