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.
THE OVERFLOWING bounty of thy grace comes down from the heaven to seek my soul only, wherein it can contain itself. The light that is rained from the sun and stars is fulfilled when it reaches my life. The colour is like sleep that clings, to the flower which waits for the touch of my mind to be awakened. The low that tunes the strings of existence breaks out in music when my heart is won.
