I. 130. sâîn vin dard kareje hoy
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."
