I AM SMALL because I am a little child. I shall be big when I am as old as my father is.
My teacher will come and say, 'It is late, bring your slate and your books.'
I shall tell him, 'Do you not know I am as big as father? And I must not have lessons any more.'
My master will wonder and say, 'He can leave his books if he likes, for he is grown up.'
I shall dress myself and walk to the fair where the crowd is thick.
My uncle will come rushing up to me and say, 'You will get lost, my boy; let me carry you.'
I shall answer, 'Can't you see, uncle, I am as big as father. I must go to the fair alone.'
Uncle will say, 'Yes, he can go wherever he likes, for he is grown up.'
Mother will come from her bath when I am giving money to my nurse, for I shall know how to open the box with my key.
Mother will say, 'What are you about, naughty child?'
I shall tell her, 'Mother, don't you know, I am as big as father, and I must give silver to my nurse.'
Mother will say to herself, 'He can give money to whom he likes, for he is grown up.'
In the holiday time in October father will come home and, thinking that I am still a baby, will bring for me from the town little shoes and small silken frocks.
I shall say, 'Father, give them to my dada,' for I am as big as you are.'
Father will think and say, 'He can buy his own clothes if he likes, for he is grown up.'

I.79. firath men to sob pani hoi
THERE is nothing but water at the holy bathing places; and I know that they are useless, for I have bathed in them.
The images are all lifeless, they cannot speak; I know, for I have cried aloud to them.
The Purana and the Koran arc mere words; lifting up the curtain, I have seen.
Kabir gives utterance to the words of experience; and he knows very well that all other things are untrue.

       নহে নহে এ মনে মরণ।
সহসা এ প্রাণপূর্ণ নিশ্বাসবাতাস
       নীরবে করে যে পলায়ন,
আলোতে ফুটায় আলো এই আঁখিতারা
       নিবে যায় একদা নিশীথে,
বহে না রুধিরনদী, সুকোমল তনু
       ধূলায় মিলায় ধরণীতে,
ভাবনা মিলায় শূন্যে, মৃত্তিকার তলে
       রুদ্ধ হয় অময় হৃদয়--
এই মৃত্যু? এ তো মৃত্যু নয়।
       কিন্তু রে পবিত্র শোক যায় না যে দিন
পিরিতির স্মিরিতিমন্দিরে,
       উপেক্ষিত অতীতের সমাধির 'পরে
তৃণরাজি দোলে ধীরে ধীরে,
       মরণ-অতীত চির-নূতন পরান
স্মরণে করে না বিচরণ--
       সেই বটে সেই তো মরণ!