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syn = (Translated as in ''[[The Great Secret]]'' on [[Glossary#source_of_quotes_in_the_synopsis|''CD-ROM'']])
 
:The sutra
::Love's not grown in gardens;
::Love's not sold at market.
::He who wants it, king or commoner,
::Gives his head and takes it.
 
::Studying great books many have died.
::None ever become learned.
::Two letters and a half in love,
::Who studies them is learning.
 
::Narrow is the lane of love.
::Two will never fit.
::When I was, the lord was not.
::Now he is; I am not.
 
::Kabir says: Clouds of love
::Came on me showering;
::Soaked the heart,
::Greening the inner jungle.
 
::A heart dry of love;
::Ram again untasted.
::Thus is man in this world:
::His arising wasted.
 
::Roused, ecstatic with his name,
::Love-drunk, overflowing,
::Revelling in his vision.
::Why bother with liberation?
 
::Tale of love, untellable.
::Not a bit's ever told.
::The sweets of a dumb one --
::He enjoys... and smiles.
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prevevent = Yoga The Alpha & Omega Vol 02 ~ 10 |
prevevent = Yoga The Alpha & Omega Vol 02 ~ 10 |
nextevent = Gunge Keri Sarkara ~ 02 |
nextevent = Gunge Keri Sarkara ~ 02 |

Revision as of 10:39, 12 June 2019

गूंगे केरी सरकरा ~ 01

event type discourse
date & time 11 Jan 1975 am
location Chuang Tzu Auditorium, Poona
language Hindi
audio Available, duration 1h 29min. Quality: good (under revision).
online audio
video Not available
online video
see also
online text find a PDF of this event
shorttitle GREATS01
notes
synopsis
(Translated as in The Great Secret on CD-ROM)
The sutra
Love's not grown in gardens;
Love's not sold at market.
He who wants it, king or commoner,
Gives his head and takes it.
Studying great books many have died.
None ever become learned.
Two letters and a half in love,
Who studies them is learning.
Narrow is the lane of love.
Two will never fit.
When I was, the lord was not.
Now he is; I am not.
Kabir says: Clouds of love
Came on me showering;
Soaked the heart,
Greening the inner jungle.
A heart dry of love;
Ram again untasted.
Thus is man in this world:
His arising wasted.
Roused, ecstatic with his name,
Love-drunk, overflowing,
Revelling in his vision.
Why bother with liberation?
Tale of love, untellable.
Not a bit's ever told.
The sweets of a dumb one --
He enjoys... and smiles.


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