KABIR'S POEMS 95

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.
u My love has touched Him; my

heart is longing for the Name

which is Truth.59
Thus sings Kabir, the servant of all

servants.

LXXXIX

I. 100. koz Suntd hai jndm rag
gagan men

Is there any wise man who will listen
to that solemn music which arises
in the sky ?