Monday, July 16, 2007

Kabir - Uniting with my Love

My eyes are drooping with sleep, my Love
come, let us go to bed
Love-lorn my body quivers like the butterfly
I cannot utter two sweet words.
The flowers I decked by bed with
are getting stale and dried up.
Do step cautiously on to the bed, my Love
O listen!
I am shy of uniting with my Love!

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