Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Jhini


A lissome shimmering cloth so fine,
O who spun this lustrous shine!

Whose spinning wheel pulled the world,
Into a weave, a soul unfurled

My Lord, for nine months hath spun
A fine cloth, a life begun

People, priests, gods embodied
Tossed it on and off, sullied

Kabir keeps it shimmering fine,
His soul mirrors the lustrous shine.

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