MY EYES FEEL the deep peace of this sky, and there stirs through me what a tree feels when it holds out its leaves like cups to be filled with sunshine. A thought rises in my mind, like the warm breath from grass in the sun; it mingles with the gurgle of lapping water and the sigh of weary wind in village lanes,the thought that I have lived along with the whole life of this world and have given to it my own love and sorrows.
III. 12. samskirit bhasha padhi linha I HAVE learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise: But where is the use of this, when I am floating adrift, and parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire? To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and vanity. Kabir says: 'Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord.'
