There the sky is filled with music:
There it rains nectar:
There the harp-strings jingle, and there
the drums beat.
What a secret spendor is there, in the mansion of the sky!
There no mention is made of the rising
and setting of the sun.
In the ocean of manifestation, which is the light of love,
day and night are felt to be one.
Joy for ever, no sorrow, no struggle!
There I have seen joy filled to the brim,
perfection of joy;
No place for error is there.
Kabir says: "There I have witnessed the sport of One Bliss!"
