The wine of love
I have drunk
With avid thirst;
I am intoxicated
With the experience
Of my Master's love;
He has sounded
The marching beat
On the drum of Shabd
And I am ready to enter
Love's battlefield.

K.S.S., p. 43:5

One moment it comes,
Next moment it goes,
That is not love;
What permeates the entire being
Like an inexhaustible stream
Alone can be called love.

K.S.S., p. 43:6

'Love, love' say all
Few realize what love is;
Whose heart is absorbed
In love
All day, all night,
He alone
A true lover
Can be called.

K.S.S., p. 44:8

K.S.S., p. 44:10

I fell in love with Him,
His love like sugar dissolved
To fill my soul, my heart;
My body's every pore
Cries 'Beloved, Beloved' —
Mouth is required no more.

K.S.S., p. 45:22

Where there is love,
There is no law;
Love knows neither ritual
Nor reason;
When the mind stays
Absorbed in love,
Who will keep count
Of dates and days?

K.S.S., p. 45:27

Kabir took the cup of love
And poured it into his soul;
Throughout his being,
In every pore
It has diffused;
For other intoxicants
He has no use.

K.S.S., p. 46:34

K.S.S., p. 46:39

Within the chamber
Of my eyes
I made the pupil
The nuptial couch;
To hide my Love
I softly did slide
My eyelids' curtain —
My Beloved's heart
Thus I won.

K.S.S., p. 47:50

A letter to the Beloved
I would write
If He were far away
In some distant land;
Who dwells within my body,
My mind, my eye,
To Him what message
Can I send?

K.S.S., p. 42:82

When my soul involved itself
Only with the Beloved,
The Beloved took me
In his embrace;
The written merged
Into the Unwritten —
Nothing is left to say.

K.S.S., p. 42:83

I have banished my I-ness,
In the Beloved now I dwell;
Ineffable is love's tale,
And who would believe
Even if I were to tell?

K.S.S., p. 140:7