I.39. are man, dhiraj kahe na dharai WHY SO impatient, my heart? He who watches over birds, beasts, and insects, He who cared for you whilst you were yet in your mother's womb, Shall He not care for you now that you are come forth? Oh my heart, how could you turn from the smile of your Lord and wander so far from Him? You have left your Beloved and are thinking of others: and this is why all your work is in vain.
TO THE BIRDS you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only voice, yet asked for more, and I sing. You made your winds light and they are fleet in their service. You burdened my hands that I myself may lighten them, and at last, gain unburdened freedom for your service. You created your Earth filling its shadows with fragments of light. There you paused; you left me empty-handed in the dust to create your heaven. To all things else you give; from me you ask. The harvest of my life ripens in the sun and the shower till I reap more than you sowed, gladdening your heart, 0 Master of the golden granary.
