Tagore

Here's a great excerpt from the Bengali poet and polymath R. Tagore's [1861-1941] Songs of Kabir, read more here. This is from section XVII:

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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.
Kabîr says: "There have I witnessed the sport of One Bliss!"

I have known in my body the sport of the universe: I have escaped
  from the error of this world..
The inward and the outward are become as one sky, the Infinite
  and the finite are united: I am drunken with the sight of this
  All!

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