II.113. valam, awo hamare geh re
MY BODY AND my mind are grieved for the want of Thee;
O my Beloved! come to my house.
When people say I am Thy bride, I am ashamed; for I have not touched Thy heart with my heart.
Then what is this love of mine? I have no taste for food, I have no sleep; my heart is ever restless within doors and without.
As water is to the thirsty, so is the lover to the bride. Who is there that will carry my news to my Beloved?
Kabir is restless: he is dying for sight of Him.

THE WIND is up, I set, my sail of songs,
Steersman, sit at 'the helm.
For my boat is fretting to be free, to dance in the rhythm of the wind and water.
The day is spent, it is evening.
My friends of the shore have taken leave.
Loose the chain and heave the anchor, we sail by the starlight.
The wind is stirred into the murmur of music at this time of my departure.
Steersman, sit at the helm.

গত বৎসরকার বসন্তের ফুল লইয়া এ বৎসরকার
বসন্তে মালা গাঁথিলাম।
যাঁহার নয়ন-কিরণে প্রতিদিন প্রভাতে এই ফুলগুলি
একটি একটি করিয়া ফুটিয়া উঠিত,
তাঁহারি চরণে ইহাদিগকে উৎসর্গ করিলাম।