I.75. samajh dekh man mit piyarwa O FRIEND, dear heart of mine, think well! If you love indeed, then why do you sleep? If you have found Him, then give yourself utterly, and take Him to you. Why do you lose Him again and again? If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes, why waste your time making the bed and arranging the pillows? Kabir says: 'I tell you the ways of love! Even though the head itself must be given, why should you weep over it?'
I WILL DECK thee with trophies, garlands of my defeat. It is never in my power to escape unconquered. I surely know my pride will go to the wall, my life will burst its bonds in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music like a hollow reed, and the stone will melt in tears. I surely know the hundred petals of a lotus will not remain closed for ever and the secret recess of its honey will be bared. From the blue sky an eye shall gaze upon me and summon me in silence. Nothing will be left for me, nothing whatever and utter death shall I receive at thy feet.
