IN LOVE I pay my endless debt to thee
for what thou art.

II. 122. kin prem ki peng jhulao re
HANG UP the swing of love to-day!
Hang the body and the mind between the arms of the Beloved, in the ecstasy of love's joy:
Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds to your eyes, and cover your heart with the shadow of darkness:
Bring your face nearer to His ear, and speak of the deepest longings of your heart.
Kabir says: 'Listen to me, brother! bring the vision of the Beloved in your heart.'

PUT OUT THE lamps, my heart, the lamps of your lonely night.
The call comes to you to open your doors, for the morning light is abroad.
Leave your lute in the corner, my heart, the lute of your lonely life.
The call comes to you to come out in silence, for the morning sings your own songs.