ya triwar mein ek pakheru bhog saras bah dolai re
yā trivar meñ ek pakherū bhog saras bah dolai re
baakī sañgh lakhai nahi koī kaun bhaav soñ bolai re
duramm-Dār tahñ ati ghan chhāyā panchhī baserā le.ī re
aavai sāñjh uḌi jaai baserā maram na kaahū de.ī re
so panchhī mohiñ koī na batāvai jo bole ghaT māñhī re
abran-baran ruup nahi rekhā baiTh prem ke chāñhī re
aagam apaar nirantar baasā aavat jaat na diisā re
kahae 'kabīr' suno bhaa.ī sādho yah kuchh aagam kahānī re
yā panchhī ke kaun Thaur hai būjho panDit gyānī re
On this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life. None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?
Where the branches throw a deep shade, there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening and flies away in the morning, and says not a word of that which it means.
None tell me of this bird that sings within me.
It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline:
It sits in the shadow of love.
It dwells within the Unattainable, the Infinite, and the Eternal; and no one marks when it comes and goes.
Kabir says: O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery. Let wise men seek to know where rests that bird.
ya triwar mein ek pakheru bhog saras bah dolai re
baki sangh lakhai nahi koi kaun bhaw son bolai re
duramm-Dar tahn ati ghan chhaya panchhi basera lei re
aawai sanjh uDi jai basera maram na kahu dei re
so panchhi mohin koi na batawai jo bole ghaT manhi re
abran-baran rup nahi rekha baiTh prem ke chanhi re
aagam apar nirantar basa aawat jat na disa re
kahae 'kabir' suno bhai sadho yah kuchh aagam kahani re
ya panchhi ke kaun Thaur hai bujho panDit gyani re
On this tree is a bird: it dances in the joy of life. None knows where it is: and who knows what the burden of its music may be?
Where the branches throw a deep shade, there does it have its nest: and it comes in the evening and flies away in the morning, and says not a word of that which it means.
None tell me of this bird that sings within me.
It is neither coloured nor colourless: it has neither form nor outline:
It sits in the shadow of love.
It dwells within the Unattainable, the Infinite, and the Eternal; and no one marks when it comes and goes.
Kabir says: O brother Sadhu! deep is the mystery. Let wise men seek to know where rests that bird.
- Book : Kabir Samagra (Pg. 766)
- Author :Kabeer
- Publication : Hindi Pracharak Publication PVT, Varanasi (2001)
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