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Poem XXXIII

II. 105. man mast huâ tab kyon bole

Where is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart?
I have wrapped the diamond in my cloak; why open it again and
  again?
When its load was light, the pan of the balance went up: now it
  is full, where is the need for weighing?
The swan has taken its flight to the lake beyond the mountains;
why should it search for the pools and ditches any more?
Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be
  opened?
Kabîr says: "Listen, my brother! my Lord, who ravishes my eyes,
  has united Himself with me."