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Poem LXXXIII

III. 84. jhî jhî jantar bâjai

The harp gives forth murmurous music; and the dance goes on
  without hands and feet.
It is played without fingers, it is heard without ears: for He is
  the ear, and He is the listener.
The gate is locked, but within there is fragrance: and there the
  meeting is seen of none.
The wise shall understand it.