I.59. sadho, yah tan thath tanvure ka
O FRIEND! THIS body is His lyre;
He tightens its strings, and draws from it the melody of Brahma.
If the strings snap and the keys slacken, then to dust must this instrument of dust return:
Kabir says: 'None but Brahma can evoke its melodies.'

দাঁয়েদের গিন্নিটি
   কিপ্‌টে সে অতিশয়,
পান থেকে চুন গেলে
   কিছুতে না ক্ষতি সয়।
কাঁচকলা-খোষা দিয়ে
পচা মহুয়ার ঘিয়ে
ছেঁচকি বানিয়ে আনে--
   সে কেবল পতি সয়;
একটু করলে 'উহুঁ'
   যদি এক রতি সয়!

NO MORE NOISY, loud words from me-such is my master's will. Henceforth I deal in whispers. The speech of my heart will be carried on in murmurings of a song.
Men hasten to the King's market. All the buyers and sellers are there. But I have my untimely leave in the middle of the day, in the thick of work.
Let then the flowers come out in my garden, though it is not their time; and let the midday bees strike up their lazy hum.
Full many an hour have I spent in the strife of the good and the evil, but now it is the pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on to him; and I know not why is this sudden call to what useless inconsequence!