|I PLAYED day and night with my wishes,|
and now I am greatly afraid.
So high is my Beloved's palace,
my heart trembles to mount its stairs:
yet I must not be shy,
if I would enjoy His love.
My heart must cleave to my Lover;
I must withdraw my veil,
and meet Him with all my body:
Mine eyes must perform
the ceremony of the lamps of love.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, Dear:
he understands who loves.
If you feel not love's longing
for your Beloved One,
it is vain to adorn your body,
vain to put unguent on your eyelids.
The Songs of Kabir,
tr. by Rabindranath Tagore
Art by Bianca Imoree