Poem XXIII

II. 40. tinwir sâñjh kâ gahirâ âwai

The shadows of evening fall thick and deep, and the darkness of
  love envelops the body and the mind.
Open the window to the west, and be lost in the sky of love;
Drink the sweet honey that steeps the petals of the lotus of the
  heart.
Receive the waves in your body: what splendour is in the region
  of the sea!
Hark! the sounds of conches and bells are rising.
Kabîr says: "O brother, behold! the Lord is in this vessel of my
  body."