ਕਬਿਤੁ ॥

Kabit

‘I perceive the sandalwood as the affliction, the oil-lamp as the kindling pyre, and the enchanting paintings look like the charisma of the magicians,

‘I feel the bed as a funeral pyre, your fascination strikes like the lightening and 1 cannot adore the pearls around my neck.

‘The splendour seems like the gallows, the enchantment is slapping me and the sweet viands seem like stones.

‘O my captivating Krishna, without you the Moon night is irritating me, the fly-whisk seems like a whip, and the Moon presents witchery atmosphere.’(17)