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.

IN THE WORLD'S dusty road I lost my heart, but you picked it up in your hand.
I gleaned sorrow while seeking for joy, but the sorrow which you sent to me has turned to joy in my life.
My desires were scattered in pieces, you gathered them and strung them in your love.
And while I wandered from door to door, every step led me to your gate.

IT MAYBE THAT your loved ones will forsake you, but mind it not, my heart.
It may be that the creeper of your hope will be laid low in the
dust all torn, its fruits wasted,but mind it not, my heart
It may be that the dark night will overtake you before you reach
the gate, and your attempts will ever be in vain to light your lamp.
When you tune your harp, the birds and the beasts of the
wilderness will flock around you. It may be that your brothers will remain unmoved,
but mind it not, my heart.
The walls are of stones, the doors barred. It may be that you
will knock oft and again, yet it will not open, but mind it not, my heart.