Heavenly Birds (Souls) — Kabir
Swan-Soul, Heavenly Bird:
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” [Ana-HU, Soham] is borne on the wind:
There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed,
and desires no other joy.
(Kabir, version by Robert Bly)