Stay awake and see, O mind beloved. Why slumber when you desire to be a lover?

What you have got, give it away dear. For of such receipts, there is no diminishment.

These crumbs of sadness are so stale and dry, Why does their taste matter to you then?

And when the eyes are heavy with sleep, How does the bed or the blanket matter then?

Says Kabir: On this highway of love, Why weep if even you are to be beheaded!

Translated on 2003:10:17 16:00 Atlanta

Listen to this poem in original Hindi here: www.kabirweb.com

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