LXI


I. 48. sukh sâgar men âîke

When at last you are come to the ocean of happiness, do not go
back thirsty.
Wake, foolish man! for Death stalks you. Here is pure water
before you; drink it at every breath.
Do not follow the mirage on foot, but thirst for the nectar;
Dhruva, Prahlad, and Shukadeva have drunk of it, and also Raidas
has tasted it:
The saints are drunk with love, their thirst is for love.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, brother! The nest of fear is broken.
Not for a moment have you come face to face with the world:
You are weaving your bondage of falsehood, your words are full of
deception:
With the load of desires which you. hold on your head, how can
you be light?"
Kabîr says: "Keep within you truth, detachment, and love."



LXII


I. 35. satî ko kaun s'ikhâwtâ hai

Who has ever taught the widowed wife to burn herself on the pyre
of her dead husband?