A body empty of love
Is like a cemetery — dead;
It is like the bellows
Of the blacksmith,
Which breathe
But have no life.

K.S.S., p. 44:11

He who does not undertake
The barter of love,
Who does not tread
The lane of Naam,
Is a bullock
That strolls about
Wearing the hide of a man.

K.S.S., p. 45:26

Put on the sandal of love,
Apply the collyrium
Of patience to your eyes;
Let chastity and faithfulness
Be the lucky marks on your face —
Then will you enjoy the bliss
Of the Beloved's embrace.

K.S.S., p. 45:28

Kabir, love him
Whose only lord is God;
Pundits, kings and nobles —
What worth are they!

A.G., p. 1365:24

A.G., p. 1365:25

The jogi, the roving recluse,
The ascetic, the silent hermit,
The dervish and the fakir,
Without love, O Kabir,
Not one of them will reach
My Master's precious Home.

K.S.S., p. 45:31

The love that the devotee has
For his family,
With the same intensity
If the Master he loves,
Kabir, no one can hold him back
By the sleeve.

K.S.S., p. 47:49