ONCE YOU HAD lent to my eyes a generous portion from your limitless store of light; now at the day's end you have come to reclaim it, my master, and I know for certain that I must make good my debt But why cast shadow before my evening lamp? I am but a guest for a few days in this world that has come of your light, but if out of its abundance a few fragments of that light are left behind, let them remain in careless neglect at the last trace of your chariot. Let me glean from that dust some scattered lights and shadows, some gleam of coloured illusion with which to build my own little world as a slight remnant of your debt, not worth gathering for good.
I.102. tarvar ek mul bin thada THERE IS A strange tree, which stands without roots and bears fruits without blossoming; It has no branches and no leaves, it is lotus all over. Two birds sing there; one is the Guru, and the other the disciple: The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life and tastes them, and the Guru beholds him in joy. What Kabir says is hard to understand: 'The bird is beyond seeking, yet it is most clearly visible. The Formless is in the midst of all forms. I sing the glory of forms.'
