Makyarim

"My swan, let us fly to that land

Where your Beloved lives forever.

That land has an up-ended well

Whose mouth, narrow as a thread,

The married soul draws water from

Without a rope or pitcher.

My swan, let us fly to that land

Where your Beloved lives forever.

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Clouds never cluster there,

Yet it goes on and on raining.

Don't keep squatting outside in the yard –Come in!

Get drenched without a body!

My swan, let us fly to that land

Where your Beloved lives forever.

That land is always soaked in moonlight;

Darkness can never come near it.

It is flooded always with the dazzle

Of not one, but a million suns.

My swan, let us fly to that land

Where your Beloved lives forever."

Kabir