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II. 77. maddh âkas' âp jahân baithe

The middle region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is
  radiant with the music of light;
There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His
In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the
  brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.
On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and
  pours, and never ceases.
Kabîr says: "Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar."