There the sky is filled with music:
There it rains nectar:
There the harp-strings jingle, and there the drums beat.
What a secret splendour is there, in the mansion of the sky!
There no mention is made of the rising and the setting of the sun; In the ocean of manifestation, which is the light of love, day and night are felt to be one.
Joy for ever , no sorrow, no struggle!
There have I seen joy filled to the brim,
perfection of joy;
No place for error is there.
Kabir