বাঁশবাগানের গলি দিয়ে মাঠে
                            চলতেছিলেম হাটে।
                       তুমি তখন আনতেছিলে জল,
                            পড়ল আমার ঝুড়ির থেকে
                                একটি রাঙা ফল।
                       হঠাৎ তোমার পায়ের কাছে
                            গড়িয়ে গেল ভুলে,
                                নিই নি ফিরে তুলে।
                       দিনের শেষে দিঘির ঘাটে
                            তুলতে এলে জল,
                       অন্ধকারে কুড়িয়ে তখন
                            নিলে কি সেই ফল।
                       এই প্রশ্নই গানে গেঁথে
                            একলা বসে গাই,
                       বলার কথা আর কিছু মোর নাই।

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.'

TIME AFTER TIME I came to your gate with raised hands, asking for more and yet more.
You gave and gave, now in slow measure, now in sudden excess.
I took some, and some things I let drop; some lay heavy on my hands; some I made into playthings and broke them when tired; till the wrecks and the hoard of your gifts grew immense, hiding you, and the ceaseless expectation wore my heart out.
Take, oh takehas now become my cry.
Shatter all from this beggar's bowl: put out this lamp of the importunate watcher: hold my hands, raise me from the still-gathering heap of your gifts into the bare infinity of your uncrowded presence.