With nine and seven adornments
The wife decorates her body,
But if she fails to win
Her Beloved's heart,
Futile is all her toil,
Her pains to look trim.

K.G., p. 37:23

So long as the wife
Does not realize
Her Husband's love and grace,
She is still a woman
Lone and loveless;
With fervour and eagerness
The wedding oaths she takes,
But fails to recognize
Her beloved Husband
And stays unloved, disgraced.

K.G., p. 37:24

Kabir, deep is the ardor
Of devotion in your heart,
But the vile chieftain
In your fort holds sway;
You slave to please his valets,
Vet claim to love the Lord!

K.G., p. 37:25

I have crushed the chieftain
And his vile valets effaced,
I have established the reign
Of my Beloved;
Now my entire fortress
Is filled with his love and grace.

K.G., p. 37:26

Whom the Lord dyes
In his own love's hue,
Her radiance never fades;
Day after day
Her beauty and glow
In multicolored splendor grow.

K.S.S., p. 98:23

If I sleep,
I meet Him in my dreams;
When awake,
I see Him in my heart;
My inner eye opened
At such a happy hour
That my beloved Lord
Is never out of my sight.

K.S.S., p. 168:3

If sense pleasures
Are dearer to you
Than love for the Lord,
Never will the Beloved
Enter your heart.
When the Beloved
Takes abode in you,
All sense pleasures
Will fade and depart.

K.G., p. 40:13

K.G., p. 40:14

The heart in which
The Lord takes abode.
How can that heart
Be kept concealed?
Though all efforts be made
To keep it veiled,
Yet the light finds ways
To penetrate.

K.G., p. 40:16