MY DESIRES ARE many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst thou save me by hard refusals; and this strong mercy has been wrought into my life through and through.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of the simple, great gifts that thou gavest to me unasked-this sky and the light, this body and the life and the mind-saving me from perils of overmuch desire.
There are times when I languidly linger and times when I awaken and hurry in search of my goal; but cruelly thou hidest thyself from before me.
Day by day thou art making me worthy of thy full acceptance by refusing me ever and anon, saving me from perils of weak, uncertain desire.

II. 98. ritu phagun niyar ani
THE MONTH of March draws near: ah, who will unite me to my Lover?
How shall I find words for the beauty of my Beloved? For He is merged in all beauty.
His colour is in all the pictures of the world, and it bewitches the body and the mind.
Those who know this, know what is this unutterable play of the Spring.
Kabir says: 'Listen to me, brother! there are not many who have found this out.'

মৃত্যু কহে, পুত্র নিব; চোর কহে ধন।
ভাগ্য কহে, সব নিব যা তোর আপন।
নিন্দুক কহিল, লব তব যশোভার।
কবি কহে, কে লইবে আনন্দ আমার?