Madho Lal Hussain

"O God, you are the only confident of my days You are inside, outside, you are settled in my pores You the warp, the weft, my each and everything is you Say Hussain, the worthless fakir, I am nothing, You are all."

"O Mother ! To whom can I tell, this state of separation-pain Fires of Faqeer smoulder, wherever I rummage ruby-red gain, Thorns pierces, make me mad, separation my mind's refrain O Mother ! To whom can I tell, this state of separation-pain."