EARLY WINTER spreads her filmy veil over midnight stars, and the call comes from the deep, 'Man, bring out your lamp.' The forests are bare of flowers, the birds have ceased to sing the river-side grass has shed its blossoms. Come, Dipali, waken hidden flames out of the desolate dark, and offer symphony of praise to eternal light. The stars are dimmed the night is disconsolate, and the call comes from the deep, 'Man, bring out your lamp.'
II. 126. jag piyari, ab kan sowai O FRIEND, awake, and sleep no more! The night is over and gone, would you lose your day also? Others, who have wakened, have received jewels; O foolish woman! you have lost all whilst you slept. Your lover is wise, and you are foolish, O woman! You never prepared the bed of your husband: O mad one! you passed your time in silly play. Your youth was passed in vain, for you did not know your Lord; Wake, wake! See! your bed is empty: He left you in the night. Kabir says: 'Only she wakes, whose heart is pierced with the arrow of His music.'
