O Swan go back to your own country.

Having forgotten whence you have come
you have ventured into an alien land.

In your country there’s no ploughing or sowing
yet the fruits of divine pleasure are ever growing.

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

O Swan go and dwell in the lake of His knowledge
and pick jewels for ever and ever.

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