THERE ARE numerous strings in your lute, let me add my own among them. Then when you smite your chords my heart will break its silence and my life will be one with your song. Amidst your numberless stars let me place my own little lamp. In the dance of your festival of lights my heart will throb and my life will be one with your smile.
I.121. tohi men lagan lagaye re phakir wa TO THEE Thou hast drawn my love, O Fakir! I was sleeping in my own chamber, and Thou didst awaken me; striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir! I was drowning in the deeps of the ocean of this world, and Thou didst save me: upholding me with Thine arm, O Fakir! Only one word and no secondand Thou hast made me tear off all my bonds, O Fakir! Kabir says, 'Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir!'