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II. 111. Nârad, pyâr so antar nâhî

Oh Narad! I know that my Lover cannot be far:

When my Lover wakes, I wake; when He sleeps, I sleep.

He is destroyed at the root who gives pain to my Beloved.

Where they sing His praise, there I live;

When He moves, I walk before Him: my heart yearns for my Beloved.

The infinite pilgrimage lies at His feet, a million devotees are

seated there.

Kabîr says: "The Lover Himself reveals the glory of true love."