Treasure Island

Kabir

(1440 - 1518 / Pratapgar, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale


Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
From what land do you come,
O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
Where would you take your rest,
O Swan, and what do you seek?

Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!
There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule:
where the terror of Death is no more.
There the woods of spring are a-bloom,
and the fragrant scent 'He is I' is borne on the wind:
There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed,
and desires no other joy.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, May 02, 2012

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From: Songs Of Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company 1915

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