III. 26. tor hira hirailwa kicad men
THE JEWEL is lost in the mud, and all are seeking for it;
Some look for it in the east and some in the west; some in the water and some amongst stones.
But the servant Kabir has appraised it at its true value, and has wrapped it with care in the end of the mantle of his heart.

যুগল প্রাণের মিলনের পরে
         পুণ্য অমৃত-বৃষ্টি
মঙ্গল-দানে করুক মধুর
         নবজীবনের সৃষ্টি।
প্রেমরহস্যসন্ধান-পথে যাত্রী
মধুময় হোক তোমাদের দিন রাত্রি,
নামুক দোঁহার শুভদৃষ্টিতে
         বিধাতার শুভদৃষ্টি।

THE DAY is no more, the shadow is upon the earth. It is time that I go to the stream to fill my pitcher.
The evening air is eager with the sad music of the water. Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. In the lonely lane there is no passer by, the wind is up, the ripples are rampant in the river.
I know not if I shall come back home. I know not whom I shall chance to meet. There at the fording in the little boat the unknown man plays upon his lute.