I.59. sadho, yah tan thath tanvure ka O FRIEND! THIS body is His lyre; He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of Brahma. If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this instrument of dust return: Kabir says: 'None but Brahma can evoke its melodies.'
THE CLOUD said to me, 'I vanish'; the Night said, 'I plunge into the fiery dawn.' The Pain said, I remain in deep silence as his footprint.' 'I die into the fulness,' said my life to me. The Earth said, 'My lights kiss your thoughts every moment.' 'The days pass,' Love said, 'but I wait for you.' Death said, 'I ply the boat of your life across the sea.'