So high is my Lord’s palace, my heart trembles to mount its stairs: yet I must not be shy, if I would enjoy His love. - Kabir

A sore pain troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep; I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house gives me pleasure no more. The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed: I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body and my mind.

Oh, razum, vse se zgodi,
ko nastopi čas za to.
Vrtnar lahko drevo zalije stokrat,
toda sadje bo zraslo,
ko bo prišel pravi letni čas.

are children of the Father by virtue of our existence; trapped in Time we may be, but our Father loves us and He will find us.