Tell me, O Swan....by 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.

~ KABIR