I.5O. bhram ka tala laga mahal re THE LOCK of error shuts the gate, open it with the key of love: Thus, by opening the door, thou shalt wake the Beloved. Kabir says: 'O brother! do not pass by such good fortune as this.'
THE PAIN WAS great when the strings were being tuned, my Master! Begin your music, and let me forget the pain; let me feel in beauty what you had in your mind through those pitiless days. The waning night lingers at my doors, let her take her leave in songs. Pour your heart into my life strings, my Master, in tunes that descend from your stars.