Hamsa, the Swan
Oh, Hamsa! Tell me your ancient tale.
From what land did you journey,
To what shore do you fly?
Where do you sleep and what do you seek?
There is a land where sorrow and doubt hold no sway,
Where the terror of death does not reign.
There, the woods are floored with the flowers of spring,
And the fragrance, “So’ aham”,
“He am I”, floats on the breeze.
There, the bee of the heart drowns in nectar,
And knows no other joy.
— Kabir Sahib