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Poem XI

I. 131. nis' din khelat rahî sakhiyân sang

I played day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly
So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its
  stairs: yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.
My heart must cleave to my Lover; I must withdraw my veil, and
  meet Him with all my body:
Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves. If
  you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One, it is vain
  to adorn your body, vain to put unguent on your eyelids."