III. 74. pratham ek jo apai ap
IN THE beginning was He alone, sufficient unto Himself: the formless, colourless, and unconditioned Being.
Then was there neither beginning, middle, nor end;
Then were no eyes, no darkness, no light;
Then were no ground, air, nor sky; no fire, water, nor earth; no rivers like the Ganges and the Jumna, no seas, oceans, and waves.
Then was neither vice nor virtue; scriptures there were not, as the Vedas and Puranas, nor as the Koran.
Kabir ponders in his mind and says, 'Then was there no activity: the Supreme Being remained merged in the unknown depths of His own self.'
The Guru neither eats nor drinks, neither lives nor dies:
Neither has He form, line, colour, nor vesture.
He who has neither caste nor clan nor anything elsehow may I describe His glory?
He has neither form nor formlessness,
He has no name,
He has neither colour nor colourlessness,
He has no dwelling-place.

WE TWO LAY sunk in the dusk of dreams;
the time of awakening has come
waiting for the last word from you.
Turn your face to me
and with a tear-dimmed glance
make the sorrow of parting
ever beautiful.
The morning will appear with its early star
on the far-distant sky of loneliness.
The pain of this farewell night has been captured in my vina-strings,
the lost glory of love will remain woven in my visions.
Open with your own hands the door
towards final separation.

জানি জানি কোন্‌ আদি কাল হতে
ভাসালে আমারে জীবনের স্রোতে,
সহসা হে প্রিয়, কত গৃহে পথে
       রেখে গেছ প্রাণে কত হরষন।
              কতবার তুমি মেঘের আড়ালে
              এমনি মধুর হাসিয়া দাঁড়ালে,
              অরুণ-কিরণে চরণ বাড়ালে,
                     ললাটে রাখিলে শুভ পরশন।
সঞ্চিত হয়ে আছে এই চোখে
কত কালে কালে কত লোকে লোকে
কত নব নব আলোকে আলোকে
       অরূপের কত রূপদরশন।
              কত যুগে যুগে কেহ নাহি জানে
              ভরিয়া ভরিয়া উঠেছে পরানে
              কত সুখে দুখে কত প্রেমে গানে
                     অমৃতের কত রসবরষন।