II. 105. man mast hua tab kyon bole WHERE IS the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart? I have wrapped the diamond in my cloak; why open it again and again? When its load was light, the pan of the balance went up: now it is full, where is the need for weighing? The swan has taken its flight to the lake beyond the mountains; why should it search for the pools and ditches any more? Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be opened? Kabir says: 'Listen, my brother! my Lord, who ravishes my eyes, has united Himself with me.'
I THREW AWAY my heart in the world; you took it up. I sought for joy and gathered sorrow, you gave me sorrow and I found joy. My heart was scattered in pieces, you picked them up in your hand and strung them in a thread of love. You let me wander from door to door to show me at last how near you are. Your love plunged me into the deep trouble. When I raised my head I found I was at your door.