In Indian literature poets regard nightfall as the meeting time of lovers. For the devotee, too, the quiet period of the evening when he has finished the day's work is the time for meditation, for going within and bathing in the light of divine love. Instead of wine, the devotee drinks the nectar of the divine melody and becomes intoxicated with bliss. Kabir says that the devoted wife, the soul, can attain union with her Beloved only by going within the body and entering the inner spiritual regions resplendent with the light and sound of Shabd.

The evening shadows are gathering,
Nestling in from all sides;
The hour of tryst has come:
The nimbus of love envelops
My body, mind and soul.

Open the window to the west,
Dive into love's firmament within
And eagerly drink nectar
From the cup of lotus petals;
Let love's intoxication
Surge through your entire being
In waves of joy.

Conch, gong and trumpet resound
In the divine palace,
Which scintillates with bliss.
Says Kabir: Listen, O friend,
Meet your everlasting Husband
In the vessel of your body.

Kabir, p. 256:23
Tiwir sānjh kā