This poem depicts the disciple's love for the Master. The Master's real form is the Name or Shabd, and this unity of the two has been brought out by Kabir when he identifies the disciple's love for the Name with his love for the Master.

I am smitten with the love of your Name;
Not for a moment can I forget it.

Bless me with one kind look of love;
Beloved Master, pray meet me.

I am smitten, my Master,
With the love of your Name.

Separation ceaselessly torments me,
My heart aches in agony;
I yearn for just one glimpse of you,
Dear lord, hasten to meet me.

I am smitten, my Master,
With the love of your Name.

My eyes thirst for your darshan,
Not for a moment do they rest.
Afflicted with longing for you,
I am without sleep, day and night.

I am smitten, my Master,
With the love of your Name.

This time if the Beloved comes,
Not for a moment will I let him part;
Kabir has met his Master,
The beloved of his heart.

I am smitten, O Master,
With the love of your Name.

K.S., II:64:6
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