Garden: The swan has taken its flight...

The swan has taken its flight to the LAKE beyond the mountains; why should it search for the POOLS and ditches any more? Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be opened?

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Where to next: the LAKE or the POOL?

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[Source: RT 33 (partial); 2.105. man mast huâ tab kyon bole]

swan. This is the hamsa bird, a symbol associated with ultimate reality (Brahman) and also with moksha, release from the cycle of birth and death.

Here is the full poem:

XXXIII

II. 105. man mast huâ tab kyon bole

  Where is the need of words, when love has made drunken the heart?

  I have wrapped the diamond in my cloak; why open it again and

    again?

  When its load was light, the pan of the balance went up: now it

    is full, where is the need for weighing?

  The swan has taken its flight to the lake beyond the mountains;

  why should it search for the pools and ditches any more?

  Your Lord dwells within you: why need your outward eyes be

    opened?

  Kabîr says: "Listen, my brother! my Lord, who ravishes my eyes,

    has united Himself with me."

Garden: Tell me, O swan...

TELL me, O Swan, your ancient tale. From what land do you come, O Swan? To what SHORE will you FLY? Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?

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Where to next: the TELLING or the FLIGHT... or perhaps the SHORE?

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[Source: RT 12 (partial); 2.24. hamsâ, kaho purâtan vât]

swan. This is the hamsa bird, a symbol associated with ultimate reality (Brahman) and also with moksha, release from the cycle of birth and death.

Here is the full poem:

XII

II. 24. hamsâ, kaho purâtan vât

  Tell me, O Swan, your ancient tale.
  From what land do you come, O Swan? to what shore will you fly?
  Where would you take your rest, O Swan, and what do you seek?
  Even this morning, O Swan, awake, arise, follow me!
  There is a land where no doubt nor sorrow have rule: where the
    terror of Death is no more.
  There the woods of spring are a-bloom, and the fragrant scent "He
    is I" is borne on the wind:
  There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no
    other joy.