One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XXXI

by Kabir

XXXI

II. 100. nis din salai ghaw

nis din salai ghaw, neend aavye nahin
piyaa-milan kee aas, naihar bhaave nahin
khul gaye gagan kivaad, mandir ujiyaar bhayo
bhayo hai purush se bhent, tan-man vaar dayo

 

A sore pain troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep;
I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house gives me pleasure no more.

The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed:
I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body and my mind.