শুধায়োনা, কবে কোন্ গান কাহারে করিয়াছিনু দান। পথের ধূলার পরে পড়ে আছে তারি তরে যে তাহারে দিতে পারে মান। তুমি কি শুনেছ মোর বাণী, হৃদয়ে নিয়েছ তারে টানি'? জানিনা তোমার নাম, তোমারেই সঁপিলাম আমার ধ্যানের ধনখানি॥ শ্রীরবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুর
III. 90. naihar se jiyara phat re MY HEART cries aloud for the house of my lover; the open road and the shelter of a roof are all one to her who has lost the city of her husband. My heart finds no joy in anything: my mind and my body are distraught. His place has a million gates, but there is a vast ocean between it and me: How shall I cross it, O friend? for endless is the outstretching of the path. How wondrously this lyre is wrought! When its strings are rightly strung, it maddens the heart: but when the keys are broken and the strings are loosened, none regard it more. I tell my parents with laughter that I must go to my Lord in the morning; They are angry, for they do not want me to go, and they say: 'She thinks she has gained such dominion over her husband that she can have whatsoever she wishes; and therefore she is impatient to go to him.' Dear friend, lift my veil lightly now; for this is the night of love. Kabir says: 'Listen to me! My heart is eager to meet my lover: I lie sleepless upon my bed. Remember me early in the morning!'