I.129. sakhiyo, ham hun bhai valamasi DEAR FRIEND, I am eager to meet my Beloved! My youth has flowered, and the pain of separation from Him troubles my breast. I am wandering yet in the alleys of knowledge without purpose, but I have received His news in these alleys of knowledge. I have a letter from my Beloved: in this letter is an unutterable message, and now my fear of death is done away. Kabir says: 'O my loving friend! I have got for my gift the Deathless One.'
THE NEWS OF my love is abroad among the spring flowers. It brings to my mind the old songs. My heart of a sudden has put on green leaves of desire. My love came not but her touch is on my hair, and her voice comes across the fragrant fields in murmurs of April. Her gaze is here in the sky, but where are her eyes? Her kisses are in the air, but where are her lips?