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II. 24. hamsa, kaho puratan bat

 

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 r is borne on the wind:

There the bee of the heart is deeply immersed, and desires no other joy-