THE LIGHT that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves happily knows not that man can lie.

THE SERVICE of the fruit is precious, the service of the flower is sweet, but let my service be the service of the leaves in its shade of humble devotion.

I.59. sadho, yah tan thath tanvure ka
O FRIEND! THIS body is His lyre;
He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of Brahma.
If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this instrument of dust return:
Kabir says: 'None but Brahma can evoke its melodies.'