THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness of the duskthe spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.

SOME ONE HAS secretly left in my hand a flower of love.
Some one has stolen my heart and scattered it abroad in the sky.
I know not if I have found him or I am seeking him everywhere, if it is a pang of bliss or of pain.

III. 110. carkha calai surat virahin ka
THE WOMAN who is parted from her lover spins at the spinning wheel.
The city of the body arises in its beauty; and within it the palace of the mind has been built.
The wheel of love revolves in the sky, and the seat is made of the jewels of knowledge:
What subtle threads the woman weaves, and makes them fine with love and reverence!
Kabir says: I am weaving the garland of day and night. When my Lover comes and touches me with His feet, I shall offer Him my tears.