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To Thee Thou hast drawn my love, O Fakir!

I was sleeping in my own chamber, and Thou didst awaken me; striking me with Thy voice, O Fakir!

I was drowning in the deeps of the ocean of this world, and Thou didst save me: upholding me with Thine arm, O Fakir!

Only one word and no second--and Thou hast made me tear off all my bonds, O Fakir!

Kabir says, “ Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir!”