sâîn vin dard kareje hoy
The poem
When I am parted from my Beloved, my heart is full of misery: I have no comfort in the day, I have no sleep in the night. To whom shall I tell my sorrow?
The night is dark; the hours slip by. Because my Lord is absent,
I start up and tremble with fear.
Kabîr says: "Listen, my friend! there is no other satisfaction, save in the encounter with the Beloved."
- Poet
- Kabir
- Source
- Songs of Kabir (Rabindranath Tagore translation)
- Rights
- Free to read & share