IN THE YOUTH of the world, Himalaya, you sprang from the rent breast of the earth, and hurled your burning challenges to the sun, hill after hill. Then came the mellow time when you said to yourself, 'No more, no further!' and your fiery heart, that raged for the freedom of clouds, found its limits, and stood still to salute the limitless. After this check on your passion, beauty was free to play upon your breast, and trust surrounded you with the joy of flowers and birds.
You sit in your solitude like a great reader, on whose lap lies open some ancient book with its countless pages of stone. What story is written there, I wonder?is it the eternal wedding of the divine ascetic, Shiva, with Bhavani, the divine love?the drama of the Terrible wooing the power of the Frail?

III. 30. are dil, prem nagar ka ant na paya
O MY HEARTI you have not known all the secrets of this city of love: in ignorance you came, and in ignorance you return.
O my friend, what have you done with tins life? You have taken on your head the burden heavy with stones, and who is to lighten it for you?
Your Friend stands on the other shore, but you never think in your mind how you may meet with Him:
The boat is broken, and yet you sit ever upon the bank; and thus you are beaten to no purpose by the waves.
The servant Kabir asks you to consider; who is there that shall befriend you at the last?
You are alone, you have no companion: you will suffer the consequences of your own deeds.

যে থাকে থাক্‌-না দ্বারে,
যে যাবি যা-না পারে।
          যদি ওই ভোরের পাখি
          তোরি নাম যায় রে ডাকি,
                    একা তুই চলে যা রে।
কুঁড়ি চায়, আঁধার রাতে
শিশিরের রসে মাতে।
          ফোটা ফুল চায় না নিশা,
          প্রাণে তার আলোর তৃষা,
                    কাঁদে সে অন্ধকারে।