I KNOW THAT at the dim end of some day the sun will bid me its last farewell.
Shepherds will play their pipes beneath the banyan trees, and cattle graze on the slope by the river, while my days will pass into the dark.
This is my prayer, that I may know before I leave why the earth called me to her arms.
Why her night's silence spoke to me of stars, and her daylight kissed my thoughts into flower.
Before I go may I linger over my last refrain, completing its music, may the lamp be lit to see your face and the wreath woven to crown you.

III. 89. mor phakirwa mangi jay
THE BEGGAR goes a-begging, but I could not even catch sight of Him:
And what shall I beg of the Beggar? He gives without my asking.
Kabir says: I am His own: now let that befall which may befall!

II.20. paramatam guru nikat virajain
O MY HEART! the Supreme Spirit, the great Master, is near you: wake, oh wake!
Run to the feet of your Beloved: for your Lord stands near to your head.
You have slept for unnumbered ages; this morning will you not wake?