O Udhow, I have seen the Form
O Udhow, I have seen the Form.
Siva never saw, nor Sanak and his company, nor the great munis, nor Brahma nor Indra.
On this quest from age to age the Jogis wandered. He is beyond the lore of Joga.
The mystic in the death-still trance the ravishing Form beloved saw not even in a dream.
Vedas and Puranas sing His spotless praises, they stand as His courtiers always.
Not one seed's depth do they pierce the mystery: they do but cry " Not this, not that. "
Nath and Jati, Jogi and Jangam are ever in the jungle searching.
They assumed their several habits they wandered through the earth. To them the vision came not.
Him we made dance from house to house with trumpery, trumpery giftlets of curds.
Ram Das, we are dyed in the love of Syama; begone to thy house with thy Joga.
Siva never saw, nor Sanak and his company, nor the great munis, nor Brahma nor Indra.
On this quest from age to age the Jogis wandered. He is beyond the lore of Joga.
The mystic in the death-still trance the ravishing Form beloved saw not even in a dream.
Vedas and Puranas sing His spotless praises, they stand as His courtiers always.
Not one seed's depth do they pierce the mystery: they do but cry " Not this, not that. "
Nath and Jati, Jogi and Jangam are ever in the jungle searching.
They assumed their several habits they wandered through the earth. To them the vision came not.
Him we made dance from house to house with trumpery, trumpery giftlets of curds.
Ram Das, we are dyed in the love of Syama; begone to thy house with thy Joga.
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