There is a single tree, with countless branches and twigs; its flowers and leaves are filled with its juice.
This world is a garden of Ambrosial Nectar. The Perfect Lord created it. ||1||
I have come to know the story of my Sovereign Lord.
How rare is that Gurmukh who knows, and whose inner being is illumined by the Lord's Light. ||1||Pause||
The bumble bee, addicted to the nectar of the twelve-petalled flowers, enshrines it in the heart.
He holds his breath suspended in the sixteen-petalled sky of the Akaashic Ethers, and beats his wings in esctasy. ||2||
In the profound void of intuitive Samaadhi, the one tree rises up; it soaks up the water of desire from the ground.
Says Kabeer, I am the servant of those who have seen this celestial tree. ||3||6||
