One Hundred Poems of Kabir/LXXXVIII

by Kabir

LXXXVIII

III. 118. aj din ke main jaun balihari

aj din ke main jaun balihari
peetam saheb aahe mere pahunaa, ghar aaangan lage suhounaa
sab pyaas lage mangal gaayan, bhaye magan lakhi chhavi man bhaavan charan pakhaaroon badan nihaaroon, tan-man-dhan sab saayeen pe vaaroon
ja din paaye piyaa dhan soyee, hot anand param sukh hoyee
surat lagi sat naam kee aasa, kahyen Kabir daasan ke daasa

 

This day is dear to me above all other days, for to-day the Beloved Lord is a guest in my house;
My chamber and my courtyard are beautiful with His presence.
My longings sing His Name, and they are become lost in His great beauty:
I wash His feet, and I look upon His Face; and I lay before Him as an offering my body, my mind, and all that I have.
What a day of gladness is that day in which my Beloved, who is my treasure, comes to my house!
All evils fly from my heart when I see my Lord.
"My love has touched Him; my heart is longing for the Name which is Truth."
Thus sings Kabir, the servant of all servants.