II. 59. janh cet acet khambh dou
BETWEEN THE poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabir a servant.

SHE IS THE SPIRIT of an Autumn evening,
robed in the gleams of the vanished sunset,
carrying the promise of the immense peace of the star,
guiding with her speechless ministry
the languid steps of the long lingering hours of the reluctant night
into the neighbourhood of the morning star.
Her tresses touched by the gentle breeze of the dawn,
that smell of the morning worship,
her sad and sweet face of the day's end
becomes radiant with the blessedness of the morning light.

THE MIST, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and brings out surprises of beauty.