Shabad (Poem)-3

'Hansa sudhi karo aapan desa'

O swan, fly back to your own country.

Having forgotten from where you have come,
you've ventured into an alien land.

In your country there's no ploughing nor sowing,
yet the fruits of divine pleasure are ever growing.

In that land there's no death or disease,
nor does one meet any sorrow or misery.

O swan, fly to the lake of His knowledge
to pick jewels for ever and ever.

Says Kabir, listen O wise one,
that country is verily abiding and eternal.
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