ক্লান্ত মোর লেখনীর
        এই শেষ আশা--
নীরবের ধ্যানে তার
         ডুবে যাবে ভাষা।

THIS IS NO MERE dallying of love between us, my lover.
Again and again have swooped down upon me the screaming nights of storm, blowing out my lamp: dark doubts have gathered, blotting out all stars from my sky.
Again and again the banks have burst, letting the flood sweep away my harvest, and wailing and despair have rent my sky from end to end.
This have I learnt that there are blows of pain in your love, never the cold apathy of death.

I.63. avadhu, maya taji na jay
TELL ME, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?
When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment about me:
When I gave up tying my garment, still I covered my body in its folds.
So, when I give up passion, I see that anger remains;
And when I renounce anger, greed is with me still;
And when greed is vanquished, pride and vain-glory remain;
When the mind is detached and casts Maya away, still it clings to the letter.
Kabir says, 'Listen to me, dear Sadhu! the true path is rarely found.'