LET HONOUR come to me from Thee through a call to some desperate task, in the pride of poignant suffering. Lull me not into languid dreams; Shake me out of this cringing in the dust, Out of the fetters that shackle our mind, make futile our destiny; Out of the unreason that bends our dignity down under the indiscriminate feet of dictators; Shatter this age-long shame of ours, And raise our head into the boundless sky, into the generous light, into the air of freedom.
II. 48. jis se rahani apar jagat men MORE THAN all else do I cherish at heart that love which makes me to live a limitless life in this world. It is like the lotus, which lives in the water and blooms in the water: yet the water cannot touch its petals, they open beyond its reach. It is like a wife, who enters the fire at the bidding of love. She burns and lets others grieve, yet never dishonours love. This ocean of the world is hard to cross: its waters are very deep. Kabir says: 'Listen to me, O adhu! few there are who have reached its end.'
