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!'

IN THE ENDLESS paths of the world;
among numberless activities,
her nature is scattered
with all that is unattained in her and incomplete.
By the sick-bed around one eager aim
she appears as a new vision
complete in her being,
where all the goodness of all things
becomes centred in her,
in her touch, in her sleepless anxious eyes.

আরোগ্যের পথে
যখন পেলেম সদ্য
প্রসন্ন প্রাণের নিমন্ত্রণ,
দান সে করিল মোরে
নূতন চোখের বিশ্ব-দেখা।
প্রভাত-আলোয় মগ্ন ঐ নীলাকাশ
পুরাতন তপস্বীর
ধ্যানের আসন,
কল্প-আরম্ভের
অন্তহীন প্রথম মুহূর্তখানি
প্রকাশ করিল মোর কাছে;
বুঝিলাম, এই এক জন্ম মোর
নব নব জন্মসূত্রে গাঁথা।
সপ্তরশ্মি সূর্যালোকসম
এক দৃশ্য বহিতেছে
অদৃশ্য অনেক সৃষ্টিধারা।