II. 59. janh cet acet khambh dou
BETWEEN THE poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:
Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.
Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:
Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on.
All swing! the sky and the earth and the air and the water; and the Lord Himself taking form:
And the sight of this has made Kabir a servant.

কে লইবে মোর কার্য, কহে সন্ধ্যারবি।
শুনিয়া জগৎ রহে নিরুত্তর ছবি।
মাটির প্রদীপ ছিল, সে কহিল, স্বামী,
আমার যেটুকু সাধ্য করিব তা আমি।

HE IT IS, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches.
He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
He it is who weaves the web of this maya in evanescent hues of gold and silver, blue and green, and lets peep out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself.
Days come and ages pass, and it is ever he who moves my heart in many a name, in many a guise, in many a rapture of joy and of sorrow.