हंसा, कहो पुरातन बात। कौन देस से आया हंसा, उतरना कौन घाट। कहाँ हंसा बिसराम किया है, कहाँ लगाये आस॥ अबहीं हंसा चेत सबेरा, चलो हमारे साथ। संसय-सोक वहाँ नहिं ब्यापै, नहीं काल कै त्रास॥ हियँ मदन-बन फूल रहे हैं, आवे सोहं बास। मन भौंरा जिहिं अरुझ रहे हैं, सुख की न अभिलास॥

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.