I.104. aisa lo nahin taisa lo
O HOW MAY I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden. He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.

LET THE LINKS of my shackles snap at every step of thy dance,
O Lord of Dancing,
and let my heart wake in the freedom of the eternal voice.
Let it feel the touch of that foot that ever sets swinging the
lotus-seat of the muse,
and with its perfume maddens the air through ages.
Rebellious atoms are subdued into forms at thy dance-time,
the suns and planets,anklets of light,twirl round thy moving feet, and, age after age. Things struggle to wake from dark slumber,
through pain of life, into consciousness,
and the ocean of thy bliss breaks out in tumults of suffering and joy.
Before I leave, tinge my heart in secret with thine own colour,
the colour of the young smile, of tears shaded with ancient sadness.
Let it tinge my thoughts, my deeds, the flame of my evening lamp,
the waking moment of my midnight.
Before I leave, rouse my heart with the swing of thy dancing feet, the swing that wakens stars in the deep of night,
frees the stream from the rocky cave,
gives voice to clouds in thunder and rain,
the swing by which the balance in the centre of existence is
swayed in endless cycles of movement.

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MY SONGS ARE to sing
that I have loved Thy singing.