One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XCVIII
XCVIII
II. 98. ritu phagun niyar ani
ritu phagun niyar ani koyee piyaa se milaave
piyaa ko roop kahaan loun baranoon, roopahin maaheen samaanee
jo rang range sakal chhavi chhake, tan-man sabhee bhoolaanee
yon mat jaane yahee phaag hai, yah kuchh akah kahaanee
kahyen Kabir suno bhaai saadho, yah gat birale jaani
The month of March draws near: ah, who will unite me to my Lover?
How shall I find words for the beauty of my Beloved? For He is merged in all beauty.
His colour is in all the pictures of the world, and it bewitches the body and the mind.
Those who know this, know what is this unutterable play of the Spring.
Kabir says: "Listen to me, brother! there are not many who have found this out"