Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Chan e áilleachd cruth t' aodainn,
áilleachd cruth t' aodainn,
áilleachd mo dhallabhrat
ged a dh'fhalbh i thar smaointean,
ach áilleachdan anama
bha dealbhach nad aodamn
áilleachd an spoiraid,
smior cridhe mo ghaoil-sa...
na mo dhiech bliadhna saothrach
riamh cha d' fhuair mi dán air faodial cho suaimhneach
cho álainn fosgailte ri t' aodann...
na mo dhiech bliadhna saothrach...
The Clay Jug
'Inside this clay jug are canyons & pine mountains,& the makers of canyons & pine mountains...All seven oceans are inside, & hundreds of millions of stars. The acid that tests gold is there & the one who judges jewels, & the music from the strings that no one touches, & the source of all water. If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth; Friend, listen: The God whom I love - is inside.'
Kabir [1398-1518]
 
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