I.75. samajh dekh man mit piyarwa O FRIEND, dear heart of mine, think well! If you love indeed, then why do you sleep? If you have found Him, then give yourself utterly, and take Him to you. Why do you lose Him again and again? If the deep sleep of rest has come to your eyes, why waste your time making the bed and arranging the pillows? Kabir says: 'I tell you the ways of love! Even though the head itself must be given, why should you weep over it?'
OBSTINATE ARE THE trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.