III. 118. aj din ke main jaun balihari
THIS DAY is dear to me above all other days, for to-day the Beloved Lord is a guest in my house;
My chamber and my courtyard are beautiful with His presence.
My longings sing His Name, and they are become lost in His great beauty:
I wash His feet, and I look upon His Face; and I lay before
Him as an offering my body, my mind, and all that I have.
What a day of gladness is that day in which my Beloved, who is my treasure, comes to my house!
All evils fly from my heart when I see my Lord.
'My love has touched Him; my heart is longing for the Name which is Truth.'
Thus sings Kabir, the servant of all servants.

বিমল আলোকে আকাশ সাজিবে,
      শিশিরে ঝলিবে ক্ষিতি,
হে শেফালি,তব বীণায় বাজিবে
      শুভ্রপ্রাণের গীতি।

YOU HAVE taken a bath in the dark sea. You are once again veiled in a bride's robe, and through death's arch you come back to repeat our wedding in the soul.
        Neither lute nor drum is struck, no crowd has gathered, not a wreath is hung on the gate.
        Your unuttered words meet mine in a ritual unillumined by lamps.