PLAYED day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly afraid.
So high is my Lord's palace, my heart trembles to mount its stairs: yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love.
My heart must cleave to my Lover; I must withdraw my veil, and meet Him with all my body:
Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.
Kabîr says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves. If you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One, it is vain to adorn your body, vain to put unguent on your eyelids."
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Comments1Just stumbled upon this piece. It's pretty deep, saying like, u gotta go beyond ur fears to experience true love. Like, love isn't just about looking pretty but feeling it inside. Neat metaphor with the stairs thing. Can't just sit around if we wanna feel true love. Makes a lot of sense. Interesting read, and thought provoking too.