Saturday, 6 August 2011

He is dying for sight of Kabir

MY body and my mind
are grieved for the want of Thee;

O my Beloved !
come to my house.

When people say I am Thy bride,
I am ashamed;
for I have not touched
Thy heart with my heart.

Then what is this love of mine ?
I have no taste for food,
I have no sleep;
my heart is ever restless
within doors and without.

As water is to the thirsty,
so is the lover to the bride.

Who is there
that will carry my news to my Beloved ?

Kabîr is restless:
He is dying for sight of Beloved.

~ Kabir
The Songs of Kabir,
tr. by Rabindranath Tagore

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