ONE SAD voice has its nest among the ruins of the years.
It sings to me in the night, 'I loved you.'

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?'

কুসুমের শোভা
      কুসুমের অবসানে
মধুরস হয়ে
      লুকায় ফলের প্রাণে।