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II. 24. hamsâ, kaho purâtan vât

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 I" is borne on the wind:

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

other joy.