When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.

- Saint Kabir

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‘Who art thou here in this lonely land?’

'It is I.’‘

'What is thy designation please?’

‘Why should you enquire about it?’

‘Because thou art in excessively poor, pitiable and in helpless condition.’

‘Then will you provide me with shelter?  I am certainly helpless.’

‘Of course I will help you.’

‘But you know what you will profit thereby?  Or what is the significance of giving me alms?’  I have eternal, innumerable worries in my right hand and in the left is heart-breaking, incomprehensible, terrible pain.  Are you intent on accepting me?  For, your entire life you will have to live as my beloved.’

‘But I have come to know there is ambrosial sweetness in giving alms to thee!’

‘It is completely justified, my beloved!  It will certainly give ambrosial sweetness to you.  Come then, let me have my choice-marriage.’

‘But what is thy name please?’

‘Name?  Everybody calls me love.  You can address me by whatever name you please.’

(From Shri Yogeshwarji's book entitled 'Tunes unto the Infinite')