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Rama has possessed me; Hari has enchanted me! All my doubts have flown like migratory birds in winter.
When I was mad with pride, the Beloved did not speak to me;
But when I put on the robe of humility, the Master opened my inner eye,
Dyeing every pore of my body in the color of love.
Drinking the elixir from the cup of my emptied heart, I slept on His bed in divine ecstasy.
The devotee meets Hari as gold meets a gold-solvent-, the pure heart melts into its Lord.
(Kabir)
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