O Swan, bethink thee of thine own land
O Swan, bethink thee of thine own land.
In thy coming here thou hast lost thy wisdom and knowledge — thou art entangled in a strange land.
Even now awake — revive thy love of home by the counsel of the true Guru.
What was the land from which thou comest? O Swan, never a thought thou givest it.
Thou hast snared thyself in the noose of desire: death's grip is on the crest of thy head.
What was the promise of thy coming, and what now thy deed? Where dost thou wander in a strange land?
Says Kabir, O Swan, fly, thither, where there is no re-birth for ever.
In thy coming here thou hast lost thy wisdom and knowledge — thou art entangled in a strange land.
Even now awake — revive thy love of home by the counsel of the true Guru.
What was the land from which thou comest? O Swan, never a thought thou givest it.
Thou hast snared thyself in the noose of desire: death's grip is on the crest of thy head.
What was the promise of thy coming, and what now thy deed? Where dost thou wander in a strange land?
Says Kabir, O Swan, fly, thither, where there is no re-birth for ever.
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