THE JASMINE knows the sun to be her brother in the heaven.

I.63. pi le pyala, ho matwala
EMPTY THE Cup! O be drunken!
Drink the divine nectar of His Name!
Kabir says: 'Listen to me; dear Sadhu!
From the sole of the foot to the crown of the head this mind is filled with poison.'

YOU HAVE watched all night alone, your eyes are tired, sweet one!
The light of the lamp has paled, it flickers in the breeze of the dawn.
Wipe away your tears, my friend, and draw up the veil over your breast.
The autumn morning is still, the smell of the woods is in the
air, the grassy path is caressingly tender.
Let the wreath of the forlorn night lie crumpled upon the bed.
Come out in the world of the morning, gather fresh flowers in
your skirt and put on new blossoms in your hair.