Songs of Kabir · 34 of 100

XXXIII: Where is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart?

XXXIII II. 105. man mast huâ tab kyon bole

WHERE is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart? I have wrapped the diamond in my cloak; why open it again and again? When its load was light, the pan of the balance went up: now it is full, where is the need for weighing? The swan has taken its flight to the lake beyond the mountains; why should it search for the pools and ditches any more? Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be opened? Kabîr says: “Listen, my brother! my Lord, who ravishes my eyes, has united Himself with me.”