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.

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!'

রাত্রি এসে যেথায় মেশে
দিনের পারাবারে
তোমায় আমায় দেখা হল
সেই মোহানার ধারে।
সেইখানেতে সাদায় কালোয়
মিলে গেছে আঁধার-আলোয়,
সেইখানেতে ঢেউ ছুটেছে
এপারে ওইপারে।
নিতল নীল নীরব মাঝে
বাজল গভীর বাণী;
নিকষেতে উঠল ফুটে
সোনার রেখাখানি।
মুখের পানে তাকাতে যাই
দেখি দেখি দেখতে না পাই,
স্বপন সাথে জড়িয়ে জাগা,
কাঁদি আকুল ধারে।