Cheerless are my days,
Sleepless my nights,
Even in dreams, no respite;
Kabir, parted
From his Beloved, finds rest
Neither in sunshine
Nor in shade.

K.G., p. 6:4

The yearning wife
Stands at the roadside,
She runs to stop
Each passerby:
Give me news of my Beloved —
When will He come
And bless me with union?

K.G., p. 6:5

For days I have kept gazing
At the path, beloved Lord;
My heart is restless
And for union cries my soul.

K.G., p. 6:6

Kabir, your sad bride rises
At the footsteps of each passerby;
Dejected, she falls back again.
If you grant her darshan
When she is dead,
What use such darshan, dear Lord?

K.G., p. 6:7

K.G., p. 6:8

My misery will not be ended
By a mere message
Of consolation;
It will only end
If my Lord comes to me —
Or if I
Win my way to Him.

K.G., p. 6:9

I have no strength
To reach you, dear Lord,
Nor the power
To induce you to come;
It seems you wish
To take my life
By slowly roasting me thus,
In separation's flame.

K.G., p. 6:10

Kabir's yearning is intense,
Not for a moment
Does it leave him;
The one pain
Of the Beloved's love
Has made my heart
Its home.

K.G., p. 7:13

K.G., p. 7:22

My tears are streaming
Like a forest fountain;
Day and night, without respite
Turns the persian wheel.
Like the rainbird,
'Beloved, Beloved' I cry;
When will you meet me, my Lord?

K.G., p. 7:24

The serpent of separation
Has wounded my inmost being;
The yearning wife does not turn away:
'Bite me as it please thee', says she.

K.S.S., p. 37:10

In the world's dreadful sea
I have found a raft,
Bound with the snakes of separation.
If I let go, I sink;
If I hold on, I am bitten to death.

K.G., p. 8:43

If I weep in separation,
I become weak;
If I laugh,
My Beloved I displease.
In the depths of my being
I sob and cry in silence;
Within, my heart is worn out
Like a worm-eaten beam of wood.

K.G., p. 7:28

A.G., p. 1371:124

All night weeps the lonely wife,
Like the crane
Parted from her mate;
Her heart is lit up
With leaping flames,
Her body burns
In separation's agony.

K.G., p. 6:1

I'll make a lamp of this body
And my yearning soul, its wick;
For oil I'll fill the lamp
With my tears of blood,
And in its light I will see
The face of my Beloved.

K.G., p. 7:23

I will burn my body
To cinders,
That the smoke may rise
To His home;
Perchance my Love,
Moved to mercy,
Might rain
And quench the flames.

K.G., p. 6:11

K.S.S., p. 41:59

The wildfire of longing
Secretly rages within my heart;
Not even the smoke escapes.
Only one who burns like me
Knows — and the one
Who has set me ablaze.

K.S.S., p. 40:48

Pray, grant your yearning wife,
Grant relief through death —
Or come, my enchanting Lord,
And her ailment cure;
Burning day and night
With every breath,
No more, O Beloved,
Can I endure.

K.G., p. 8:35

When, O Lord, will that day dawn,
When my merciful Master
Will hold me in his arms,
When he will accept me
And make me his own,
When he will grant me
The shelter of his lotus feet.

K.S.S., p. 41:65