THE RIVER is grey and the air dazed with blown sand.
        On a morning of dark disquiet, when the birds are mute and their nests shake in the gust, I sit alone and ask myself, 'Where is she?'
        The days have flown wherein we sat too near each other; we laughed and jested, and the awe of love's majesty found no words at our meetings.
        I made myself small, and she trifled away every moment with pelting talk.
To-day I wish in vain that she were by me, in the gloom of the coming storm, to sit in the soul's solitude.

I.5O. bhram ka tala laga mahal re
THE LOCK of error shuts the gate, open it with the key of love:
Thus, by opening the door, thou shalt wake the Beloved.
Kabir says: 'O brother! do not pass by such good fortune as this.'

কী জন্যে রয়েছ, সিন্ধু তৃণশষ্যহীন--
অর্ধেক জগৎ জুড়ি নাচো নিশিদিন।
সিন্ধু কহে, অকর্মণ্য না রহিত যদি
ধরণীর স্তন হতে কে টানিত নদী?