XLVII
I. 102. tarvar ek mul bin thada
tarvar ek mul bin thada, bin phoole phal laage
saakhaa-patra kachhu nahin taake, sakal kamal-dal gaaje
chadh tarvar do panchhee bole, ek guru ek chelaa
chelaa rahaa so ras chun khaayaa, guru nirantar khelaa
panchhee ke khoj agam pargat, kahyen kabir badi bhaaree
sab hee moorat beej amoorat, moorat kee balihaari
There is a strange tree, which stands without roots and bears fruits without blossoming;
It has no branches and no leaves, it is lotus all over.
Two birds sing there; one is the Guru, and the other the disciple:
The disciple chooses the manifold fruits of life and tastes them, and the Guru beholds him in joy.
What Kabir says is hard to understand: "The bird is beyond seeking, yet it is most clearly visible. The Formless is in the midst of all forms. I sing the glory of forms."