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8 THE SPIRIT OF ORIENTAL POETRY And wait upon thee the silver-limbed damsels with their ruby lips whispering words of passion in thy ears, Take not thy eyes from the vision of the Reality, Forget not, 0 Disciple the name of the Beloved !

If all magical powers be thine, And thou canst become invisible at thy will, And crowds worship thee ! Take not thy eyes from the vision of the Reality 1 Forget not, O Disciple I the name of the Beloved !

Even if thou be a Sultan, And cohorts wait thy command, It is all insanity, Take not thy eyes from the vision of the Reality, Forget not, o Disaple I the name of the Beloved ! --Guru Nanak. "The Name of the Beloved ”--this alone is the secret of the life of the spirit, says Guru Nanak Our poet is the incarnation of "Logos." None is ranked as a poet whose flesh is not scented with the perfume of God.

The invisible Celestials, the disembodied Aderts throng round the name of the Beloved in the con- sciousness of the devotee. Guru Nanak has told us that the disciples enraptured in the Samadhi of Nam meet dwellers of the higher worlds of life beyond death. For such, there is no solitude, no hunger.

He is the poet who converses with the Beings of Light from the inner Realms of the Soul-the Self- and here on earth represents God more than man. Any below this level of inspiration of rapture and