बिहारी के दोहे

धीरे धीरे रे मना, धीरे सब कुछ होए,
माली सींचे सौ घड़ा, ऋतू आय फल होए
(All happens in its own time. The gardener could water his plants with a hundred pots full, but they fruit only when the season is right.)

या अनुरागी चित्त की, गति समुझै नहिं कोइ।
ज्यों-ज्यों बूड़ै स्याम रंग, त्यों-त्यों उज्जलु होइ॥
No one can understand the ways of this loving heart. The more it gets absorbed in "Shyam" (Means both black and Krishna - the Lord), the brighter it gets

गोरे मुख पै तिल बन्यो, ताहि करौं परनाम।
मानो चंद बिछाइकै, पौढ़े सालीग्राम॥