Kabir Das was a popular 15th-century Indian mystic poet and saint having written hundreds of poems. These poems, translated into English by the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore, were first published in 1915. Here’s one of his poems where he depicts an intense longing.
Passage
I hear the melody of His flute, and I cannot contain myself:
The flower blooms, though it is not spring; and already the bee has received its invitation.
The sky roars and the lightning flashes, the waves arise in my heart,
The rain falls; and my heart longs for my Lord.
Where the rhythm of the world rises and falls, thither my heart has reached:
There the hidden banners are fluttering in the air.
Kabîr says: “My heart is dying, though it lives.”
Rabindranath Tagore. The Songs of Kabir. The Macmillan Company, 1915.
