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here is just false, because I have known the authentic joy. And all the celebrations here are just formal, people are moving in empty gestures. I have seen the real celebration!
THE NIGHT IS DARK AND LONG... HOURS GO BY...
BECAUSE I AM ALONE, I SIT UP SUDDENLY,
FEAR GOES THROUGH ME....
THE NIGHT IS DARK AND LONG.... You don't know about what night Kabir is talking. He is not talking about the ordinary night, he is talking about the night that is known only by those who have seen the light -- a very paradoxical phenomenon. He is talking about the night that happens only to those who have seen the dawn, who have seen something of the morning, and again that has disappeared and now the night is darker than ever before. Great fear arises: "Will I ever be able to attain to that peak again? Was that real? Or had I only been dreaming?" Great fear grows, great trembling arises, one is scared to death. And one cannot even share it. It would have helped if there were a companion with whom it was possible to share. It would have helped if some consoling words from the other had come; if the other had told him, "Don't be worried, it will happen again. It has happened to me again." That would have given confidence. But whom to say it to?
KASE KAHUN DUKH HOY!
I am in tremendous pain. But where to go, whom to go to, with whom to share?
ADHI RATIYAN PICHHLE PAHARVA, SAI BINA TARAF RAHI SOY.
Half the night is gone, waiting, waiting, waiting, and there is no sign! I cannot hear His footsteps!
ADHI RATIYAN PICHHLE PAHARVA, SAI BINA TARAF RAHI SOY.
I have waited long, half the night has passed. Now even the last part of the night is passing and He has not come, and I don't see any sign, any indication, any message. And the darkness is becoming darker and darker; there seems to be no possibility that I will attain to Him again. In deep despair, in great pain, I have fallen asleep again.
THE NIGHT IS DARK, AND LONG...
Remember one thing: that time is relative. If you are in a mood of rejoicing time goes fast, very fast; if you are in misery, in pain, time slows down. The clock moves the same, but the
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