| My swan, let us fly to that land Where your Beloved lives forever.
 
 That land has an up-ended well
 Whose mouth, narrow as a thread,
 The married soul draws water from
 Without a rope or pitcher.
 
 My swan, let us fly to that land
 Where your Beloved lives forever.
 
 Clouds never cluster there,
 Yet it goes on and on raining.
 Don’t keep squatting outside in the yard
 Come in! Get drenched without a body!
 
 My swan, let us fly to that land
 Where your Beloved lives forever.
 
 That land is always soaked in moonlight;
 Darkness can never come near it.
 It is flooded always with the dazzle
 Of not one, but a million suns.
 
 My swan, let us fly to that land
 Where your Beloved lives forever.
 
 ~ Kabir
 (My Swan, Let us Fly)
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