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III. 110. carkhâ calai surat virahin kâ

The woman who is parted from her lover spins at the spinning
The city of the body arises in its beauty; and within it the
  palace of the mind has been built.
The wheel of love revolves in the sky, and the seat is made of
  the jewels of knowledge:
What subtle threads the woman weaves, and makes them fine with
  love and reverence!
Kabîr says: "I am weaving the garland of day and night. When my
  Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall offer Him my