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.
III. 12. samskirit bhasha padhi linha I HAVE learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise: But where is the use of this, when I am floating adrift, and parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire? To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and vanity. Kabir says: 'Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord.'