LII
I. 130. sain bin dard kareje hoy
sain bin dard kareje hoy
din nahin chaiin raat nahin nindiyaa, kaase kahun dukh hoy
aadhee ratiyaan pichhle pahrvaa, saayeen binaa taras rahee soy
kahat kabir suno bhaaii pyaare, saayeen mile sukh hoy
When I am parted from my Beloved, my heart is full of misery: I have no comfort in the day, I have no sleep in the night. To whom shall I tell my sorrow?
The night is dark; the hours slip by. Because my Lord is absent, I start up and tremble with fear.
Kabir says: "Listen, my friend! there is no other satisfaction, save in the encounter with the Beloved."