ON this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life.
None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?
Where the branches throw a deep shade,
there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening
flies away in the morning,
says not a word of that
which it means.
None tell me of this bird that sings within me.
It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline:
It sits in the shadow of love.
It dwells within the Unattainable,
no one marks when it comes and goes.
Kabîr says: “O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery.
Let wise men seek to know
where rests that bird.”
~Revered Sage Kabir~
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