I KNOW THAT the flower one day shall blossom crowning my thorns.
I know my sorrow shall spread its red rose-leaves opening its
heart to the sun.
The breeze of the south for which the sky kept watch for weary
days and nights shall suddenly make my heart quiver.
My love shall bloom in a moment; my shame shall be no more when
the flower is ripe for offering.
And with the end of the night, at the touch of my friend it will
drop at his feet and spend its last petal in joy.

I. 36. sur parkas, tanh rain kahan paiye
WHERE is THE night, when the sun is shining? If it is night, then the sun withdraws its light.
Where knowledge is, can ignorance endure? If there be ignorance, then knowledge must die.
If there be lust, how can love be there? Where there is love, there is no lust.
Lay hold on your sword, and join in the fight. Fight, O my brother, as long as life lasts.
Strike off your enemy's head, and there make an end of him quickly: then come, and bow your head at your King's Durbar.
He who is brave, never forsakes the battle: he who flies from it is no true fighter.
In the field of this body a great war goes forward, against passion, anger, pride, and greed:
It is in the kingdom of truth, contentment and purity, that this battle is raging; and the sword that rings forth most loudly is the sword of His Name.
Kabir says: 'When a brave knight takes the field, a host of cowards is put to flight.
It is a hard fight and a weary one, this fight of the truth-seeker: for the vow of the truth-seeker is more hard than that of the warrior, or of the widowed wife who would follow her husband.
For the warrior fights for a few hours, and the widow's struggle with death is soon ended:
But the truth-seeker's battle goes on day and night, as long as life lasts it never ceases.'

DEATH BELONGS to life as birth does.
The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.