WHEN IN THE depth of the night in the phantasmal light of the sick-bed appears your wakeful presence, it seems to me that the countless suns and stars have guaranteed my little life: then I know that you will leave me and the fear spreads from sky to sky, the fear of the terrible indifference of the All.
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.'
