Quietly come, O Beauty, come!
O! cups of wine I'll fill for thee.
Come to our house, O Beauty, come;
Come as a guest, O Beauty, come:
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

Borders twain thy veil adorn,
At early dawn, O Beauty, rise —
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

A silken border thy veil adorns;
Father has sent thee a cradle of bells —
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

Hast thou come from the heavens, O lovely bird?
Wilt come by thyself, or a snare shall I spread?
Quietly come, O Beauty, come!

All creeds proclaim the sovereignty of love: they proclaim it greater than Ganga and Joga's ordinances.
From love springs singleness of aim: from love too springs resignation.
From Bhagti and love spring wisdom: light breaks forth and folly banished.
Love is so precious, none can achieve it, but when Hari is merciful then is it gained.
The power of love Bhagwana obeys: all the scriptures prove it so.
When love within the Bhagat's heart awakes, before him Hari stands revealed.
From love's mine come all crowning mercies: Charan Das knows it in his heart.

O Soul, cherish the love of Govind.
In the open field you will sound the drum of victory.
Hear with your ears the accents of the Lord, and with your eyes behold the vision.
Immovable, Immortal, viewless is the Lord, in whatever form you see Him.
With your inmost being do Him Bhakti, wholly immersed in his love.
Bind your mind into a raft, so will the three worlds be transparent.
Unworthy, helpless, and of low degree is Bulla, but he has devoted himself to the Name.
Arth, Dharm, Kam, and Moksh, fall each into its place.

Three be the ways of love: a knitting of heart to heart;
a pleasing of lips and eyes; a third love whose name is death.

Best of all Constantia proved —
Best of all her truth I loved;
Free as air and fixed as Fate,
Fitted for a hero's mate.
Beauty dear Constantia had,
Fit to make a lover mad;
Every grace she 'd gently turn
Strong to do and swift to learn;
Truthful as the twilight sky
Was her melting, lustrous eye —
Full of sweetness as the South
Was her firm and handsome mouth.

Child of conscience, child of truth, —
Treasures far outlasting youth, —
Would my verse had but the power
Again to shape that brightest hour

Pierced with the arrow of wisdom, O Dharni, startled sleepers suddenly awoke.
The poisoned bonds of evil were loosened: they were steeped in the perfect pure nectar of love.
They cared no more for arguings, wrangles and dogma: all they had relished, they now abandoned.
Their eyes were closed from the very moment, that the inward sight in the heart was theirs.

A piece of silken tassel tipped with gold,
Tied round the hand by loving sister's hands,
A sacred day in Sravan , when the lands
Are bathed in welcome rain, is said to hold
A potent charm for good. From days of old
This pretty faith has come and happy bands
Of brothers still pay heed to its commands
One day each year. Who will be rashly bold
And flout this festival as void of worth —
An ancient mummery — to which man shows

If any hungers for the love of Gopala,
The life of such a dervesh as he is rare indeed.
They are happy resting on the image of the Lord.
The world they have forsaken and upon faith taken their stand.
From no one do they need to ask: another thought fills their mind.
They roam as men inebriated — and of their bodies take no heed.
Maluk says — They see the Peerless.
They have no concern with others but are within enlightened.

Fair and good it is to me when once again I see the leaf on the bough and the fresh flower, when the birds sing in the greenwood tree, and the true lovers are gay with love. Lover and in love am I, but I have suffered so many woes for so long that I am a little crazy.
But I love with all my reason and desire both Love and Youth and all that's beautiful to me; at the touch of joy I live and am renewed like the fruit on the bough when the birds sing: for in my heart I have leaves and flowers which keep me green and happy all the year, wherefore I feel no pain.

Then was I one with Him, O brother: I met my love and found true knowledge.

By the touch of the magic stone I was the giver of bliss: then the folly of distinction was cast away.
In Malayagiri I found the secret: then delusions of race, and caste and family were done away.

The water, brought near to the ocean of Hari, to the uttermost drop was absorbed therein.
Vanished the secrets of all varied illusions: then in the one colour Dadu was dyed.