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!
MY KING WAS unknown to me, therefore when he claimed his tribute I was bold to think I would hide myself leaving my debts unpaid. I fled and fled behind my day's work and my night's dreams. But his claims followed me at every breath I drew. Thus I came to know that I am known to him and no place left which is mine. Now I wish to lay my all before his feet, and gain the right to my place in his kingdom.