BONDS? INDEED they are bonds, this love and this hope in our hearts. They are as mother's arms pressing the child to the warmth of her bosom. Thirst? Yes, it is the thirst which leads life to each source of its joy in the breasts of the eternal mother. Who would take from the child this thirst of his growing life and break through the bonds of the mother's encircling arms?
I.109. sain ke sangat sasur ai I CAME with my Lord to my Lord's home: but I lived not with Him and I tasted Him not, and my youth passed away like a dream. On my wedding night my women-friends sang in chorus, and I was anointed with the unguents of pleasure and pain: But when the ceremony was over, I left my Lord and came away, and my kinsman tried to console me upon the road. Kabir says, I shall go to my Lord's house with my love at my side; then shall I sound the trumpet of triumph!