I.121. tohi men lagan lagaye re phakir wa TO THEE Thou hast drawn my love, O Fakir! I was sleeping in my own chamber, and Thou didst awaken me; striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir! I was drowning in the deeps of the ocean of this world, and Thou didst save me: upholding me with Thine arm, O Fakir! Only one word and no secondand Thou hast made me tear off all my bonds, O Fakir! Kabir says, 'Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir!'
I. 20. man na rangaye THE YOGI dyes his garments, instead of dyeing his mind in the colours of love: He sits within the temple of the Lord, leaving Brahma to worship a stone. He pierces holes in his ears, he has a great beard and matted locks, he looks like a goat: He goes forth into the wilderness, killing all his desires, and turns himself into an eunuch: He shaves his dead and dyes his garments; he reads the Gita an becomes a mighty talker. Kabir says: 'You are going to the doors of death, bound hand and foot.'
