I.100. koi sunta hai jnani rag gagan men
IS THERE any wise man who will listen to that solemn music which arises in the sky?
For He, the Source of all music, makes all vessels full fraught, and rests in fullness Himself.
He who is in the body is ever athirst, for he pursues that which is in part:
But ever there wells forth deeper and deeper the sound 'He is thisthis is He'; fusing love and renunciation into one.
Kabir says: 'O brother! that is the Primal Word.'

      এক যে আছে বুড়ি
জন্মদিনে দিলেম তারে
      রঙিন সুরের ঘুড়ি।
পাঠ্যপুঁথির পাতাগুলো
      অবাক্‌ হয়ে রয়,
বৃদ্ধা মেয়ের উধাও চিত্ত
      ফেরে আকাশ-ময়।
কণ্ঠে ওঠে গুনগুনিয়ে
     সারে গামা পাধা
গানে গানে জাল বোনা হয়
     ম্যাট্রিকের এই বাধা।

IF, BY chance you think of me, I shall sing to you when the rainy evening loosens her shadows upon the river, slowly trailing her dim light towards the west,-when the day's remnant is too narrow for work or for play.
You will sit alone in the balcony of the south, and I shall sing from the darkened room. In the growing dusk, the smell of the wet leaves will come through the window; and the stormy winds will become clamorous in the coconut grove.
When the lighted lamp is brought into the room I shall go. And then, perhaps, you will listen to the night, and hear my song when I am silent.