{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok031.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok031.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok031.htm","text":"The Songs of Kabir, tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915]\nII. 95. y\u00e2 tarvar men ek pakher\u00fb\nON this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life.\n None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?\n Where the branches throw a deep p. 79 shade, there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening and flies away in the morning, and says not a word of that which it means.\n None tell me of this bird that sings within me.\n It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline:\n It sits in the shadow of love.\n It dwells within the Unattainable, the Infinite, and the Eternal; and no one marks when it comes and goes.\n Kab\u00eer says: \"O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery. Let wise men seek to know where rests that bird.\"","title":"The Songs of Kabir: XXX","type":"page"}