I played day and night with my comrades, and now I am greatly

  afraid.

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.

My heart must cleave to my Lover; I must withdraw my veil, and

  meet Him with all my body:

Mine eyes must perform the ceremony of the lamps of love.

Kabîr says: "Listen to me, friend: he understands who loves.  If

  you feel not love's longing for your Beloved One, it is vain

  to adorn your body, vain to put unguent on your eyelids."