Songs of Kabir - Part 39

O Friend! this body is His lyre; He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of Brahma.
If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this instrument of dust return:
Kabir says: " None but Brahma can evoke its melodies. "
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