104 KABIR'S POEMS

His colour is in all the pictures of the

world, and it bewitches the body

and the mind.
Those who know this, know what m

this unutterable play of the Spring-
Kabir says : c( Listen to me, brother I

there are not many who have

found this out,59

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II. 111. N&rad, pyar so antar naM

OH Narad! I know that my Lover

cannot be far :

When my Lover wakes, I wake ; when

He sleeps, I sleep.
He is destroyed at the root who gives

pain to my Beloved.
Where they sing His praise, there I

live;

When He moves, I walk before Him s

my heart yearns for my Beloved.