WHEN FROM THE house of feast I came back home, the spell of the midnight quieted the dance in my blood. My heart became silent at once like a deserted theatre with its lamps out. My mind crossed the dark and stood among the stars, and I saw that we were playing unafraid in the silent courtyard of our King's palace.
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.'