{"collection":"Hinduism","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/hin/sok/sok31.htm","path":"hin/sok/sok31.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/hin/sok/sok31.htm","text":"II. 95. y\u00e2 tarvar men ek pakher\u00fb\nON this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life.\nNone knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?\nWhere 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.\nNone tell me of this bird that sings within me.\nIt is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline:\nIt sits in the shadow of love.\nIt dwells within the Unattainable, the Infinite, and the Eternal; and no one marks when it comes and goes.\nKab\u00eer says: \"O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery. Let wise men seek to know where rests that bird.\"","title":"XXX","type":"page"}