AT YOUTH'S coronation, Kalidasa,
You took your seat, your beloved by your side,
in Love's primal paradise.
Earth spread its emerald-green carpet beneath your feet,
the sky held over your heads
its canopy gold-embroidered;
the seasons danced round you
carrying their wine cups of varied allurements,
the whole universe yielded itself to your loneliness of delight,
leaving no trace of human sorrows and sufferings
in the immense solitude of your bridal chamber.
Suddenly God's curse descended from on high
hurling its thunderbolt of separation
upon the boundless detachment of youth's egotism.
The seasons' ministry in a moment was ended
When the veil was wrenched from love's isolation,
and on the tear-misted sky appeared the pageantry
of the rainy world of June
across which journeyed the sad notes of your bereaved heart
towards a distant dream.

III. 2. jo khoda masjid vasat hai
IF GOD BE within the mosque, then to whom does this world belong?
If Ram be within the image which you find upon your pilgrimage, then who is there to know what happens without?
Hari is in the East: Allah is in the West. Look within your heart, for there you will find both Karim and Ram;
All the men and women of the world are His living forms.
Kabir is the child of Allah and of Ram: He is my Guru, He is my Pir.

মুক্তবাতায়নপ্রান্তে জনশূন্য ঘরে
বসে থাকি নিস্তব্ধ প্রহরে,
বাহিরে শ্যামল ছন্দে উঠে গান
ধরণীর প্রাণের আহ্বান;
অমৃতের উৎসস্রোতে
চিত্ত ভেসে চলে যায় দিগন্তের নীলিম আলোতে।
কার পানে পাঠাইবে স্তুতি
ব্যগ্র এই মনের আকূতি,
অমূল্যেরে মূল্য দিতে ফিরে সে খুঁজিয়া বাণীরূপ,
করে থাকে চুপ,
বলে,আমি আনন্দিত-- ছন্দ যায় থামি--
বলে, ধন্য আমি।