III. 118. aj din ke main jaun balihari THIS DAY is dear to me above all other days, for to-day the Beloved Lord is a guest in my house; My chamber and my courtyard are beautiful with His presence. My longings sing His Name, and they are become lost in His great beauty: 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. 'My love has touched Him; my heart is longing for the Name which is Truth.' Thus sings Kabir, the servant of all servants.
I BELIEVE YOU had visited me in a vision before we ever met, like some foretaste of April before the spring broke into flower. That vision must have come when all was bathed in the odour of sal blossom; when the twilight twinkle of the river fringed its yellow sands, and the vague sounds of a summer afternoon were blended; yes, and had it not laughed and evaded me in many a nameless gleam at other moments?