Translation
My eyes have developed black spots
Watching the path whence you may come
Blistered has become my tongue
chanting away your name
Separation pangs fill my begging bowl
Void is all in the two eyes
Anxious for only a glimpse delight
Waiting patiently day and night
All colors mitigate and moan
Discontent is the painful song
None else can hear this cry
Unless you, my Love, will

My Understanding
Once again, in this love song, Kabir projects the pangs of separation from one's beloved. This great emotional turmoil is perhaps what makes us humans. One's ability to relate oneself with the other is what perhaps union is all about. Whether it is the egoistic "I" or whether it is the rationalized self, one simply needs a mirror in which to reflect and "see" oneself.  Can "I" exist in isolation? Perhaps not!

– Rajender Krishan

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