One Hundred Poems of Kabir/XXIII
XXIII
II. 40. tinwir sanjh ka gahira awai
tinvir sanjh ka gahira awai, chhavye prem man tan mein
pachchhim dis kee khidkee kholo, doobahu prem-gagan mein
chet-kanval-dal ras peeyo re, lahar lehu yaa tan mein
sankh ghant sahnaayee baajye, shobha-sindh mahal mein
kahyen Kabir suno bhaai saadho, amar sahab lakh ghat mein
The shadows of evening fall thick and deep, and the darkness of love envelops the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west, and be lost in the sky of love;
Drink the sweet honey that steeps the petals of the lotus of the heart.
Receive the waves in your body: what splendour is in the region of the sea!
Hark! the sounds of conches and bells are rising.
Kabir says: "O brother, behold! the Lord is in this vessel of my body."