BLESSINGS HAVE I won in this life of the Beautiful. In the vessel of man's affection I taste His own divine nectar. Sorrow, hard to bear, has shown me the unhurt, unconquered soul. On the day when I felt death's impending shadow, fear's defeat has not been mine. The great ones of the Earth have not deprived me of their touch, their undying words have I stored in my heart. Grace I had from the god of life: this memory let me leave in grateful words.
III. 110. carkha calai surat virahin ka THE WOMAN who is parted from her lover spins at the spinning wheel. The city of the body arises in its beauty; and within it the palace of the mind has been built. The wheel of love revolves in the sky, and the seat is made of the jewels of knowledge: What subtle threads the woman weaves, and makes them fine with love and reverence! Kabir says: I am weaving the garland of day and night. When my Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall offer Him my tears.