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Poem XLIV

I. 93. gagan math gaib nisân gade

The Hidden Banner is planted in the temple of the sky; there the
  blue canopy decked with the moon and set with bright jewels is
  spread.
There the light of the sun and the moon is shining: still your
  mind to silence before that splendour.
Kabîr says: "He who has drunk of this nectar, wanders like one
  who is mad."