How widely the fragrance spreads! It has no end, nothing stands
in its way.
The form of this melody is bright like a million suns:
incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.



LI


I. 129. sakhiyo, ham hûn bhâî vâlamâs'î

Dear friend, I am eager to meet my Beloved! My youth has
flowered, and the pain of separation from Him troubles my
breast.
I am wandering yet in the alleys of knowledge without purpose,
but I have received His news in these alleys of knowledge.
I have a letter from my Beloved: in this letter is an unutterable
message, and now my fear of death is done away.
Kabîr says: "O my loving friend! I have got for my gift the
Deathless One."



LII


I. 130. sâîn vin dard kareje hoy

When I am parted from my Beloved, my heart is full of misery: I