Poem – Tell Me, O Swan, Your Ancient Tale – Kabir

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.