{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok013.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok013.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok013.htm","text":"The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915]\nII. 24. hams\u00e2, kaho pur\u00e2tan v\u00e2t\nTELL me, O Swan, your ancient tale.\n From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?\n Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?\nEven this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!\n There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the terror of Death is no more. p. 56\n There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent \"He is I\" is borne on the wind:\n There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no other joy.","title":"The Songs of Kabir: XII","type":"page"}