স্মৃতি সে যে নিশিদিন
           বর্তমানেরে নিঃশেষ করি
                 অতীতের শোধে ঋণ।

THE DARKLY veiled June has come once again
redolent of the rain-soaked earth;
my heart that had grown weary and old
answers to the call of the marching clouds,
overcome with the sudden rush of life's turbulence.
Shadows sweep over the young grass
on the vast lonely meadows;
and my blood surges up with the cry:
It has come, has come to my eyes, to my breast,
to my voice that sings in gladness.

III. 12. samskirit bhasha padhi linha
I HAVE learned the Sanskrit language, so let all men call me wise:
But where is the use of this, when I am floating adrift, and parched with thirst, and burning with the heat of desire?
To no purpose do you bear on your head this load of pride and vanity.
Kabir says: 'Lay it down in the dust, and go forth to meet the Beloved. Address Him as your Lord.'