ALL FRUITLESS is the cry, All vain this burning fire of desire. The sun goes down to his rest. There is gloom in the forest and glamour in the sky. With downcast look and lingering steps The evening star conies in the wake of departing day And the breath of the twilight is deep with the fulness of a farewell feeling. I clasp both thine hands in mine, and keep thine eyes prisoner with my hungry eyes; Seeing and crying. Where art thou, Where, O, where! Where is the immortal flame hidden in the depth of thee! As in the solitary star of the dark evening sky The light of heaven, with its immense mystery, is quivering, In thine eyes, in the depth of their darkness There shines a soul-beam tremulous with a wide mystery. Speechless I gaze upon it. And I plunge with all my heart Into the deep of a fathomless longing: I lose myself.
II.33. ghar ghar dipak barai LAMPS BURN in every house, O blind one! and you cannot see them. One day your eyes shall suddenly be opened, and you shall see: and the fetters of death will fall from you. There is nothing to say or to hear, there is nothing to do: it is he who is living, yet dead, who shall never die again. Because he lives in solitude, therefore the Yogi says that his home is far away. Your Lord is near: yet you are climbing the palm-tree to seek Him. The Brahman priest goes from house to house and initiates people into faith: Alas! the true fountain of life is beside you, and you have set up a stone to worship. Kabir says: 1 may never express how sweet my Lord is. Yoga and the telling of beads, virtue and vice-these are naught to Him.'
