IS IT THE Destroyer who comes?
For the boisterous sea of tears heaves in the flood-tide of pain.
The crimson clouds run wild in the wind lashed by lightning, and the thundering laughter of the Mad is over the sky.
Life sits in the chariot crowned by Death.
Bring out your tribute to him of all that you have.
Do not hug your savings to your heart, do not look behind,
Bend your head at his feet, trailing your hair in the dust.
Take to the road from this moment.
For the lamp is blown out and the house is desolate.
The storm winds scream through your doors, the walls are rocking, and the call comes from the land of dimness beyond your ken.
Hide not your face in terror; tears are in vain; your door chains have snapped.
Run out for your voyage to the end of all joys and sorrows.
Let your steps be the steps of a desperate dance.
Sing 'Victory to Life in Death.'
Accept your destiny, O Bride!
Put on your red robe to follow through the darkness the torchlight of the Bridegroom!

III. 48. tu surat nain nihar
OPEN YOUR eyes of love, and see Him who pervades this world! consider it well, and know that this is your own country.
When you meet the true Guru, He will awaken your heart;
He will tell you the secret of love and detachment, and then you will know indeed that He transcends this universe.
This world is the City of Truth, its maze of paths enchants the heart:
We can reach the goal without crossing the road, such is the sport unending.
Where the ring of manifold joys ever dances about Him, there is the sport of Eternal Bliss.
When we know this, then all our receiving and renouncing is over;
Thenceforth the heat of having shall never scorch us more.
He is the Ultimate Rest unbounded:
He has spread His form of love throughout all the world.
From that Ray which is Truth, streams of new forms are perpetually springing: and He pervades those forms.
All the gardens and groves and bowers are abounding with blossom; and the air breaks forth into ripples of joy.
There the swan plays a wonderful game,
There the Unstruck Music eddies around the Infinite One;
There in the midst the Throne of the Unheld is shining, whereon the great Being sits
Millions of suns are shamed by the radiance of a single hair of His body.
On the harp of the road what true melodies are being sounded! And its notes pierce the heart:
There the Eternal Fountain is playing its endless life-streams of birth and death.
They call Him Emptiness who is the Truth of truths, in Whom all truths are stored!
There within Him creation goes forward, which is beyond all philosophy; for philosophy cannot attain to Him:
There is an endless world, O my Brother! and there is the Nameless Being, of whom nought can be said.
Only he knows it who has reached that region: it is other than all that is heard and said.
No form, no body, no length, no breadth is seen there: how can I tell you that which it is?
He comes to the Path of the Infinite on whom the grace of the Lord descends: he is freed from births arid deaths who attains to Him.
Kabir says: 'It cannot be told by the words of the mouth, it cannot be written on paper:
It is like a dumb person who tastes a sweet thinghow shall it be explained?'

'সময় চ'লেই যায়'
    নিত্য এ নালিশে
উদ্‌বেগে ছিল ভুপু
    মাথা রেখে বালিশে।
কব্‌জির ঘড়িটার
    উপরেই সন্দ,
একদম করে দিল
    দম তার বন্ধ--
সময় নড়ে না আর,
    হাতে বাঁধা খালি সে,
ভুপুরাম অবিরাম-
    বিশ্রাম-শালী সে।
ঝাঁ-ঝাঁ করে রোদ্‌দুর,
     তবু ভোর পাঁচটায়
ঘড়ি করে ইঙ্গিত
     ডালাটার কাঁচটায়--
রাত বুঝি ঝক্‌ঝকে
     কুঁড়েমির পালিশে।
বিছানায় প'ড়ে তাই
     দেয় হাততালি সে।