Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."

And he answered:

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be?

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.

Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.

When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall

[A] My mind is in Mathura And my body wanders in Brindavan. And eyes overflow like the river Yamuna

Where are you Krishna? Every part of me is crying like a Gopi You are but the life of everything here in Brindavan

In this season when rain stirs up everything Let your name stir up my love for you Please come and steal from me everything else.

You are all what I wish to see, face to face! Where are you Krishna? This is your servant, crying out to you.

[B] Grant me your presence, lover of life. Kind hearted God, beauteous and full of grace. Grant me your presence soon.

You who charms everyone heart, Don’t you see I have surrendered right away? Grant me your presence soon.