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Poem XCV

I. 109. sâîn ke sangat sâsur âî

Came with my Lord to my Lord's home: but I lived not with Him and
  I tasted Him not, and my youth passed away like a dream.
On my wedding night my women-friends sang in chorus, and I was
  anointed with the unguents of pleasure and pain:
But when the ceremony was over, I left my Lord and came away, and
  my kinsman tried to console me upon the road.
Kabîr says, "I shall go to my Lord's house with my love at my
  side; then shall I sound the trumpet of triumph!"