(oh narad! i know)
II. 111. Narad, pyar so antar nahi
OH NARAD! I know that my Lover cannot be far:
When my Lover wakes, I wake: when He sleeps, I sleep.
He is destroyed at the root who gives pain to my Beloved.
Where they sing His praise, there I live;
When He moves, I walk before Him: my heart yearns for my Beloved.
The infinite pilgrimage lies at His feet, a million devotees are seated there.
Kabir says: 'The Lover Himself reveals the glory of true love.'