YOU, IN YOUR timeless watch, listen to my approaching steps, while your gladness gathers in the morning twilight and breaks in the burst of light.
The nearer I draw to you the deeper grows the fervour in the dance of the sea.
Your world is a branching spray of light filling your hands, but your heaven is in my secret heart; it slowly opens its buds in shy love.

II. 95. ya tarvar men ek pakheru
ON THIS TREE is a bird: it dances in the joy of life.
None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?
Where the branches throw a deep shape, there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening and flies away in the morning, and says not a word of that which it means.
None tell me of this bird that sings within me.
It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline:
It sits in the shadow of love.
It dwells within the Unattainable, the Infinite, and the Eternal; and no one marks when it comes and goes.
Kabir says: 'O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery. Let wise men seek to know where rests that bird.'

OUR DESIRE lends the colours of the rainbow to the mere mists and
vapours of life.