MY HEART FEELS shy to bring to your vagrant mind the lyric of my secret lest its meaning be missed and its rhythm. I shall wait for some auspicious hour when the evening is compassionate, your eyes drowned in its tender dimness, and my voice reaches you in a profound calm of truth. I shall turn my secret round and round through my whisper at a lonely corner of your heart, even as the cricket among the silent sal trees turns single-toned beads of its chirping in the rosary of night.
I.92. avadhu begam des hamara O SADHU! my land is a sorrowless land. I cry aloud to all, to the king and the beggar, the emperor and the fakir Whosoever seeks for shelter in the Highest, let all come and settle in my land! Let the weary come and lay his burdens here! So live here, my brother, that you may cross with ease to that other shore. It is a land without earth or sky, without moon or stars; For only the radiance of Truth shines in my Lord's Durbar. Kabir says: 'O beloved brother! naught is essential save Truth.'