|"My body and my mind are in depression|
because you are not with me.
How much I love you and want you in my house!
When I hear people describe me as your bride
I look sideways ashamed,
because I know that far inside us
we have never met.
Then what is this love of mine?
I don’t really care about food,
I don’t really care about sleep
I am restless indoors and outdoors.
The bride wants her lover
as much as a thirsty man wants water.
And how will I find someone
who will take a message to the Guest from me?
How restless Kabir is all the time!
How much he wants to see the Guest!"
The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore
( What is this Love of mine?)