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Poem 4

O HOW may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.

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Translated by Rabindranath Tagore

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  • Ahkam Moderators member
    May 12, 2007
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    Deep

    Very Deep and philosophical piece.