The swan will fly, alone it will depart,
The swan will fly, a solitary heart.
The swan will fly, the soul takes flight,
This world, a fair, a fleeting light.
The swan will fly, alone it goes.
Kabir, the servant, sings God's praise,
Seeking the Beloved in endless ways.
The Guru's deeds, the Guru shall embrace,
The disciple's path, the disciple's space.
This world, a fair, a fading trace.
The swan will fly, alone it will soar,
The swan will fly, and ask for naught more.
This world, a fair, forevermore.
The swan will fly, forevermore.
When life's measure is finally run,
The Royal Command, its course begun.
Death's messengers, with strength so great,
A tangled fight, a sealed fate.
The swan will fly, alone it will go,
The swan will fly, and let go.
This world, a fair, a final show.
This world, a fair, and let go.
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