BEAUTIFUL is thy wristlet, decked with stars and cunningly wrought in myriad-coloured jewels. But more beautiful to me thy sword with its curve of lightning like the outspread wings of the divine bird of Vishnu, perfectly poised in the angry red light of the sunset.
It quivers like the one last response of life in ecstasy of pain at the final stroke of death; it shines like the pure flame offing burning up earthly sense with one fierce flash.
Beautiful is thy wristlet, decked with starry gems; but thy sword, O lord of thunder, is wrought with uttermost beauty, terrible to behold or to think of.

I.65. avadhu bhule ko ghar lawe
HE IS DEAR TO me indeed who can call back the wanderer to his home. In the home is the true union, in the home is enjoyment of life: why should I forsake my home and wander in the forest? If Brahma helps me to realize truth, verily I will find both bondage and deliverance in home.
He is dear to me indeed who has power to dive deep into Brahma whose mind loses itself with ease in His contemplation.
He is dear to me who knows Brahma, and can dwell on His supreme truth in meditation; and who can play the melody of the Infinite by uniting love and renunciation in life.
Kabir says: 'The home is the abiding place; in the home is reality; the home helps to attain Him Who is real. So stay where you are, and all things shall come to you in time.'

একটা খোঁড়া ঘোড়ার 'পরে
          চড়েছিল চাটুর্জে,পড়ে গিয়ে কী দশা তার
          হয়েছিল হাঁটুর যে!
বলে কেঁদে, 'ব্রাহ্মণেরে
     বইতে ঘোড়া পারল না যে
সইত তাও, মরি আমি
     তার থেকে এই অধিক লাজে--
          লোকের মুখের ঠাট্টা যত
               বইতে হবে টাটুর যে!'