II.77. maddh akas ap jahan baithe
THE MIDDLE region of the sky, wherein the spirit dwelleth, is radiant with the music of light;
There, where the pure and white music blossoms, my Lord takes His delight.
In the wondrous effulgence of each hair of His body, the brightness of millions of suns and of moons is lost.
On that shore there is a city, where the rain of nectar pours and pours, and never ceases.
Kabir says: 'Come, O Dharmadas! and see my great Lord's Durbar.'

WHEN STORM clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down,
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its bagpipes among the bamboos.
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.
Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground.
They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to come out to play before it is time, their master makes them stand in a corner.
When the rains come they have their holidays.
Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and the flower children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white.
Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.
Haven't you seen how eager they are to get there? Don't you know why they are in such a hurry?
Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms: they have their mother as I have my own.

বাদরবরখন নীরদগরজন
বিজুলী চমকন ঘোর,
উপেখই কৈছে আও তু কুঞ্জে
নিতি নিতি, মাধব মোর।
ঘন ঘন চপলা চমকয় যব পহু,
বজরপাত যব হোয়,
তুঁহুক বাত তব সমরয়ি প্রিয়তম,
ডর অতি লাগত মোয়।
অঙ্গবসন তব ভীঁখত মাধব,
ঘন ঘন বরখত মেহ --
ক্ষুদ্র বালি হম, হমকো লাগয়
কাহ উপেখবি দেহ?
বইস বইস পহু, কুসুমশয়ন 'পর
পদযুগ দেহ পসারি --
সিক্ত চরণ তব মোছব যতনে --
কুন্তলভার উঘারি।
শ্রান্ত অঙ্গ তব হে ব্রজসুন্দর,
রাখ বক্ষ-'পর মোর,
তনু তব ঘেরব পুলকিত পরশে
বাহুমৃণালক ডোর।
ভানু কহে বৃকভানুনন্দিনী,
প্রেমসিন্দু মম কালা,
তোঁহার লাগয়, প্রেমক লাগয়
সব কছু সহবে জ্বালা।