III. 26. tor hira hirailwa kicad men THE JEWEL is lost in the mud, and all are seeking for it; Some look for it in the east and some in the west; some in the water and some amongst stones. But the servant Kabir has appraised it at its true value, and has wrapped it with care in the end of the mantle of his heart.
WHEN I travelled in the day I felt secure, and I did not heed the wonder of thy road, for I was proud of my speed; thy own light stood between me and thy presence. Now it is night, and I feel thy road at every step in the dark and the scent of flowers filling the silence-like mother's whisper to the child when the light is out. I hold tight thy hand and thy touch is with me in my loneliness.
