II. 111. Narad, pyar so antar nahi
OH NARAD! I know that my Lover cannot be far:
When my Lover wakes, I wake: when He sleeps, I sleep.
He is destroyed at the root who gives pain to my Beloved.
Where they sing His praise, there I live;
When He moves, I walk before Him: my heart yearns for my Beloved.
The infinite pilgrimage lies at His feet, a million devotees are seated there.
Kabir says: 'The Lover Himself reveals the glory of true love.'

এসো হে এসো, সজল ঘন,
       বাদলবরিষনে--
বিপুল তব শ্যামল স্নেহে
       এসো হে এ জীবনে।
                    এসো হে গিরিশিখর চুমি,
                    ছায়ায় ঘিরি কাননভূমি--
                    গগন ছেয়ে এসো হে তুমি
                           গভীর গরজনে।
ব্যথিয়ে উঠে নীপের বন
       পুলকভরা ফুলে।
উছলি উঠে কলরোদন
       নদীর কূলে কূলে।
                    এসো হে এসো হৃদয়ভরা,
                    এসো হে এসো পিপাসা-হরা,
                    এসো হে আঁখি-শীতল-করা
                           ঘনায়ে এসো মনে।

III. 76. kahain Kabir vicar ke
KABIR PONDERS and says: 'He who has neither caste nor country, who is formless and without quality, fills all space.'
The Creator brought into being the Game of Joy: and from the word Om the Creation sprang.
The earth is His joy; His joy is the sky;
His joy is the flashing of the sun and the moon;
His joy is the beginning, the middle, and the end;
His joy is eyes, darkness, and light.
Oceans and waves are His joy; His joy the Sarasvati, the Jumna, and the Ganges.
The Guru is One: and life and death, union and separation, are all His plays of joy!
His play the land and water, the whole universe!
His play the earth and the sky!
In play is the Creation spread out, in play it is established. The whole world, says Kabir, rests in His play, yet still the Player remains unknown.