रैनि गई मत दिनु भी जाइ|

रैनि गई मत दिनु भी जाइ|

भंवर उडे बग बैठे आइ|

थरहर कंपै बाला जीउ| नां जांनौ क्या करिहै पीउ||

कांचै करवै रहै न पांनीं| हंस उडा काया कुम्हिलांनी||

कउवा उडावत भुजा पिरांनी| कहै कबीर बहु कथा सिरांनी||

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The night has passed,

The day will too;

A heron nests

Where the black bee hummed.

Like a young bride thinking

Will he? Won’t he?

The soul trembles with fear.

This raw clay pitcher 

From which water leaks

And color runs

Is good for nothing

Once the swan has flown.

 My time goes in shooing crows.

The arms ache from it

And the palms burn.

That’s the end of the story

Kabir says.