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.
I HAVE PLAYED my flute along the path, I have sung at thy gate. I have offered my tunes before thy temple's outer screen decorated with endless forms and colours. Today have come to me from everywhere the words that speak of the End. They ask me to break the bond of the road, to come to the farther shore of the pilgrimage by crossing the endless refrain of meetings and partings.
